💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. ~ (probably Thenel and Rhaz since those are the only ones that know each other, huh? :D... and yup, that was a blind pick!)
(I’ve been reading this prompt over forever and I still can’t get my head around the wording. So I’m just going to write this. :D)
“And here,” said Thenel, pausing as he clambered over the broken wall, hoisting himself nimbly ontop of the flat roof. “Here - give me your hand.”
“I can climb,” said Rhazar as he ignored Thenel’s offer and followed his steps, clambering up the worn ledge and sitting himself by Thenel’s side. He regretted the words almost at once, and paused, staring at his companion as he looked ahead. “But - thanks.”
Thenel nodded. “As I was saying. Here, you can see the whole city,” he said with a wave of his hand as they began to take in the view. Up here, the air was cleaner; the smog was thinner, and if you weren’t used to Slayn, it was at least, tolerable. Thenel thought it would be a place Rhazar would appreciate, or at least be able to begin to adjust to his surroundings easier. He hoped. “Can breathe a bit better here. I sometimes come up here to get away. No-one comes here. It’s deserted; ruined.”
Rhazar stared a the horizon. He stared at the silhouettes of the buildings, shrouded in the thick pink haze. He stared at the shimmer of lights. Red and white and blue and green. A plethora of colours, peering through the smog that cloyed at his skin, suffocating, choking. But not here. Here, he could breathe. Here, he felt, comfortable. And it was not just the air.
“Thank you,” said Rhazar, his voice quiet against Thenel’s mind. He still stared at the city.
“For what? This? It…isn’t much,” he said with a laugh, leaning back on his hands. “But, I like it here. Anywhere away from people is a place I like.”
Rhazar turned, his eyes calm, watching Thenel lean back on his hands. He was often in one of two states around Rhazar; nervous or serene. He was glad it was the latter tonight.
“You don’t mind being around me?” The words just fell from his mind. They were meant to be silent, inward, for his own reflection. But, as he saw the flicker in Thenel’s eyes; as he felt the shift in his presence, he knew they hadn’t been.
“You - you’re different,” he said, quietly, dipping his head, shyly.
“How?” asked Rhazar, simply.
At that, Thenel couldn’t answer. He sat forward, resting his hands in his lap and kept his eyes ahead. Gone was the serenity; nerves shook his aura now, and stalled his words.
“Thenel?” asked Rhazar again. But this time he reached out and pried apart his nervous, fidgety hands.
Thenel sought his companions hand and slid fingers against his, clasping them together.
That, was his answer.
@rhazar
