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elskan .

To destroy who you are can be the cost of your soul sometimes. the steady trickle, the steady ache, is something that lingers into skin like a poison. humans behave on what they view as good or even right, seth’s eyes flutter closed for a moment. he counts his heartbeats, once twice a third time. sometimes he wants to cry with the softness he’s given, because there has never been a soft moment in his life, seth wasn’t given a simple life. he wasn’t given good odds the day that he was born, he followed in the shadow of his father: a god that did nothing for him but create a violence in a son that is lethal when provoked. he lets his head hang on vel’s shoulder, resting on it really while he draws his hands away. he still needs a grounding somehow: their history is not shared, he can’t will himself to speak of his nature: the calling of gods. it tastes rancid in his mouth. ‘Just let me rest my head here, please.’ dont leave him alone to the dark: dont let it creep inside.

a divine gift of vel’s is that he does not QUESTION where it is not asked of him. he has never been one to pry, to linger in business that is not his own or stick his nose where it does not BELONG. he has the mind to, sometimes, but he never has been able to summon the courage to dig beneath a person’s skin, to see their true ailments when their voices FAIL them. this is no different, and when he opens his mouth to ask the essential questions, all he can muster is a tiny murmur of ❛ okay. ❜

it’s as simple as that, a little okay. that’s all it EVER is. he lets seth rest his head on his shoulder, momentarily reaching up to pet his hair, curl his fingers in the dark strands, but his hand makes it maybe halfway to the gesture before his hand drifts back to his side. he opts for silence instead, as wrong and UNNATURAL as it feels.

#ouchies #everything the light touches ;; vel ic #one soul split in two ;; main verse #almuluth

elskan .

He had loved once: only once prior to the man who speaks the words so freely with warmth. There is a resounding echo that lingers under skin, that blooms at the bottom of a wilted flower that has become what he is. The echo of what makes a man a man and what makes someone a god is a thin line when chaos and violence are what you resort to because everything else was left to ruins. The warmth has long ago died from his skin, somewhere when fevered bones had almost seen death. And it’s chilling to be held in arms that are not those of-

He closes his eyes because he’s overwhelmed all over again. He has been because people such as Vel do not exist, not with such a purity that there is between them. Seth has the constant reminder that light blooms in people, but more than often it is drowned in shadows or a hand grabs them and sinks them below the murky waters, and despite knowing he is loved, he wants to cry. “It’s too much today, I can’t get out of my head.”

sometimes he wonders if he is too much. the sun is brilliant and warm but if you stare for too long, its rays will BLEACH the color from your eyes and leave you sightless. is he too much? do the loving rays he perceives them to be really blind, do they BURN the skin he cherishes so? is it his fault that no one ever stays? the question plagues him in this very moment when he watches the way seth seems to WILT at his words. vel does not make any mention of the pinpricks at his heart.

sometimes the person you love is sitting right next to you, and you still feel a THOUSAND miles away. it’s a feeling that, between seth and his own brother, he has come to know well. sun kissed arms draw back, if only a little. vel does not usually have so much TROUBLE finding words.

❛ is there anything i can do? ❜

#everything the light touches ;; vel ic #one soul split in two ;; main verse #almuluth

elskan .

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There’s a lingering tiredness in his bones. The way that his fingers outstretch and reach towards that of familiar blonde locks with a heavy expression. He’s exhausted to say the least, and today had been mentally exhausting on him, but here he is curled next to someone that affection runs much deeper than affection, love isn’t a word he uses lightly but here it is. And Seth sometimes wants to cry because the man beside him doesn’t feel real sometimes. ‘I’m so tired of existing.’ It’s a battle that is constant in his head after his worth was ripped apart by not being able to bear children,disgrace to his family, and he just wants to cry. ‘I’m sorry.’ You deserve someone so much better than me.

his very existence alone is a comfort, a guiding light; it has been that way ever since he was BORN, all those many years ago. strong arms reach for outstretched fingers, touch gentle in the way that vel pulls him in, brings him close to his chest. there is a WARMTH bubbling beneath his skin, one that he hopes will soothe this man he has come to LOVE and cherish so fondly. vel hates to see him suffer. he would take all of seth’s PAIN on his own shoulders if it meant he would be happy. his voice spills like honey, soft and sweet. ❛ it’s okay.❜ two words convey a greater understanding than most will ever get in an essay.