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A chuckle makes its way to her, bubbling and illuminating her face, albeit briefly at a recollection of one of many occasions of her dear friend’s teasings. Sona looks at Sett, noting the various degrees of scars that marked his arms, chest, and face.
‘I can almost say you can foresee the future, do you not remember when you had spoken of my decorum being fit to be of a noble’s after you had rolled out of that brush?’
Aureate hues behold the night invading the skies of Ionia and he watches with a vacant stare the light launched by the constellations craved above, beneath the suffocating pain, brilliant and full of splendour / they contrast with the crepuscular crevices in the heart which hardens by each passing second, becoming less youthful whilst the body remains quite the same – without visual changes, without the fissures of the skin losing its elasticity and the past comes hand-in-hand with the hurtful breeze of silent cries, reminding him that time does not stop and the present, which is not glowing as it is expected to, is not introducing him to a gradual process of healing.
Her honeyed vocals come and vestiges of a forbidden panic come in furious tides, threatening the tranquillity her sole presence conceives with a genuine tenderness. He stares, knowing that the sight is going to break his already wrecked heart but that matters not for he proves incapable of looking away. He does not seem to reach out either, does not seem to react... Only prevails the silhouette of a broken beast, watching her tears tarnish the porcelain of her skin.
❛ I would repeat it a million times more if it was necessary. ❜
The past nips his flesh and he feels the fear crawling beneath his skin as if to remind him that it exists, that it always had existed... Since the moment they separated ways. ❛ We were children... But our feelings were real, were raw... Were unbelievably strong. ❜ The warmth of her smile coats him and he wears it like it is the finest cloak / fear thence slowly decays and a smile creeps instead onto his lips with the sound of her chuckle. ❛ Glad to know I was equally occupying your mind all these years. I couldn't be the only one... ❜ Hand twitches, wanting to reach for hers, but he fails to execute the affectionate act. It seems he does not know how to behave around her.
❛ When you pursue an activity for the pure enjoyment of it, you are doing so because you are intrinsically motivated. Everything you did back then oozed royalty. I didn't predict the future, it was written all over you. ❜ She blossoms from a bouquet of buds and becomes naught but a majestic garden that he seems ready to admire. In the distance... Far from touching its beauty with the ugliness of his calloused hands. ❛ I hope they treated you well, Sona. I can’t ignore it... I'm surprised you left its safety to come back to this... Abhorrent hell. ❜