How right she was - and how wrong, all the same. He stood strong, still, as he had done throughout centuries, proud and indomitable, fearing no enemy, no treacherous blow. Times were changing quickly, it seemed. And the earth? The earth was patient. The earth would endure. But it would not keep up with the pace of its youngest. The parasites. They were still nothing but children, lost in their pride and stubbornness. They had to be taught, if even by force.
He could not die, no. He could wither. He could be corrupted - the forest had seen it before and would see it again. He did not fear it. Never had. He couldn’t allow himself such luxuries as doubt. For all of its creations, the earth had to stand tall. The earth had to endure. To create. To uphold.
It wasn’t his duty to live. It was to survive. Not only for her. For all and every single one of them. But maybe… just maybe… her approval might make the fight a tad more bearable. Too much life, too much of it… her sheer presence was exhausting. But her words, her touch, the way she made his soul light up in an all-consuming flame - it was worth it. The earth is patient. Not fleeting, like the clouds in the sky, like the gust of wind, her lips on his cheek. He wasn’t made for this kind of feeling. He wasn’t made to let the fire engulf and consume him. He would stand tall. He would endure. No matter how faint her touch let him become. The earth would not burn out and for that, it could not burn brightly for longer than a brief moment.Â
“Do you intend to stay, dove?“ The previously harsh tone of his voice is gone, large fingers reaching out to softly caress her pale, porcelain skin. Not a single flaw or taint to be found; nothing but cold, cruel perfection. Unnatural perfection. Nothing in nature grows to be unblemished.Â
despite all that roamed upon his ground, all that sought to damper his flame or destroy their sanctuary in the forest, he was a bastion; a stalwart spirit that seemed so untouchable. they both knew the truth, though. she could still fondly remember the foxes before their balance was disturbed by a WOLF in their burrow. the calm, orderly canines that were angela’s eyes & ears. favoured by their deathly aspect, their leader had grown so lax. so trusting, even when the opportunist’s maws were around their throat. now they were torn asunder, left bereft of a figure to look up to, her presence ABANDONING them as she moved on. she wondered if mako will meet the same fate.
she was fuel. she was accelerate. a few drops of water to feed a plant turned into a drowning river. the dove was too much & yet if there were anyone that were built to endure both bounty & pestilence, it was he. thus, he had her favour for now. too much attention given, personal appearances where some spirits could live their lifetime with only seeing a feather.
she leans her cheek against his roughened palms, laboured hands that had worked the earth, callus & rough & very much real, in comparison to the slender, soft fingers of hers resting over the back of his hand. she looked as fresh as a healthy sprig. it’d never changed in the countless eons.Â
“for now,” she answers, because it’s useless to promise otherwise. “--- for now i am grounded to the earth. my wings folded. you know better than to expect anything else.”
her head turns to catch his large fingers in another scalding kiss. there was one key difference, one that she does not admit. for all the times she had taken off & lingered in the sky ... she always returned to the earth. maybe in one day. maybe in ten thousand years, but no matter how long, she returned to this point, arms & wings enveloping the boar. a cruel, fleeting love she expressed.. but one that was true & more lasting than the rest.
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