Three Wishes || Task
His hands shook as he ran them through his long black hair, he turned to see her lying in the grass a wide smile on her lips, he shook his head. Leaning over her so he rested on his forearms, his lips capturing hers a moment before pulling back. He examined her dark amber eyes, no trace of fear in their depths, and that utter faith terrified him. The way she hung on his every word, the way she trusted in him, the way she believed wholeheartedly she knew the body hovering over her and that it’s beating heart belonged to her alone. He rolled back over so that he was looking up at the stars, at least they had some sense of what was lurking beneath the well polished cover of a handsome prince.
“I would suspect if a genie were lured from his holding place and greeted by me he would be quick to either attempt retreat or end his own existence, for fear of the danger that could be brought on by the wishes of a shadowed heart such as mine”, he looked back to her, there were tears brimming in the golden flecked eyes. “I don’t believe that”, she spoke softly, he wiped the tears from her cheek tenderly. “Tell me what they would be”, she demanded with a kiss to his palm. “I would wish my father’s mind no longer plagued by thoughts of his lost homeland”, he would wish to be king of Nysa; “I would wish for a good world”, he would wish for a world where he had made it so; “I would wish to have been born with the convictions and heart of a good man”, because a great man was one will duty and a good one was free. She frowned, now rolling over so that her chest was pressed to his, her heartbeat strong as it reverberated through him. Curled tendrils of her hair brushed his neck, “you are a good man Tristan”, she whispered against his lips. For a foolish moment he allowed himself to believe her-to melt into soft skin and golden eyes-but as the sun rose and the watchful stars vanished from the sky she woke alone. There was no apology left by her head, no unexplained emergency to be uncovered. Tristan had laid in that field for hours awake knowing when her amber eyes opened to be met by the sun she would be proved wrong and her heart would be left to beat in the shaky handed and dark haired boys chest, and yet there remained a hollowness beneath his ribs that continued to ache to be filled.