ruerot:
@cloverot / AUGUST ! ( starter call )
water crashed against the black cliffside, sending white mist up into the salted air to settle on their clothes & their skin, creating small droplets, like the kiss of the morning dew. the sound of the sea never stopped, not once. that noise & the man beside him were two of few constants in their lives. always changing & yet always staying the same. they, too, had shifting tides & temperaments.
“ okay. ” the word seemed to breach a barrier between them, beginning something that had already been begun. cristoval turned to his companion beside him, standing in the sand, yards away from the boundary of his new home. “ I have taken the boat, I have taken the train, I have drank your tea. tell me now. ” the beginnings of a smile was in his eyes as he looked at august, affection that could only be measured in centuries. “ what upset you so much that you moved to a rock ? ”
there are feelings without names, and right now, in the middle of a bleak midwinter, august felt awashed by them. just as the waves crashed against the rocky shore, the feelings would crash against the festering wound within his chest. for nearly two hundred years he carefully tended to this hurt with tender words, familiar comforts, and distractions, but there could be no more running from what so desperately wanted to be felt. he traveled the length of the world looking for what may begin his healing, and there was little that felt right, until he came across the home that they now stood behind. it was the honeysuckles, he would explain, she would always wear them in her hair. it was the sea, he would confess, she always wanted to see the sea.
when his closest friend spoke, august felt tears mingle with the salt water on his cheeks. he did not mean to openly cry, but there was something about the look that comforted him in a way that also could not be named. august laughed at his own poor vocabulary, and pulled out a miniature portrait from the breast pocket of his tweed coat. some of the paint had chipped from various adventures, but there she was. the better half of him, ada. “ i’ve carried her around for two hundred years, starting to hurt my back a bit. thought i would give her a place to rest. somewhere with a view and little company. ”
