rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
actions speak louder than words || accepting
The pathokinetist found him in solitude, perching pensively on the rooftop of their mansion. The last hunting was tumultuous; it was strange to say that it sometimes brought a long parallel of exhaustion to their kind.
It has been a while now since Alice joined them with former Confederate, the struggles each of them faced happened to be an uneasy boulder, and perhaps for the first snippet of time in their mutual companionship he and Carlisle enclosed to the first proper moment of bonding -- forged through shared hardships and an unwavering commitment sparked by the possibility to rise above their primal nature.
The senior detected lean on his shoulder, taking in the honey-blond waves by side glance, acknowledgement washed over him until he knew. Carlisle said nothing for words weren't needed, instead, there was a soft, knowing upturn of his lips that dived slowly into the sinking orange colossus that graced their skin with scintillans. Tickle of curly hair tips by the side of his neck made Carlisle acutely aware that bloodstains marring his own shirt must have long browned by now. His shoulder 'laxed, nevertheless, so the other could remain more comfortably, a gesture of unspoken support. Jasper must have been tired, holding on for so long without blood, and fighting the burn of thirst; such path - was fraught with temptation and near misses, but he managed remarkably; he could not have been more proud of him. They sat easy in companionable silence and almost reverent stillness, just watching ... perceiving ... the glow of low-hanging sunlight, protruding through the dense foliage of trees, dappled shadows dancing across the damp soil, droplets of rain fading, the pollen flowing through the air like daytime fireflies. Soon for twilight to herald the arrival of night's embrace.
