Aeodan watched his sister as she spoke, passionate about the situation as she was. He got lost in the softness of her lips, the gentle gleam of them as she licked them when she spoke. His eyes followed the contours of her teeth beneath those perfect lips, each indent perfectly placed. Her hair fall over her face and shoulders as she spoke and moved, and Aeodan watched as the light of the fire bounced off the brown curls. A frail hand came up and gently caressed it back behind her ear, his dark eyes falling back on her face.
He loved every freckle that became prominent in the suns. Every suns-kissed mark that scattered along the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks, pale but visible if one knew to look. And of course, Aeodan did know. He knew every spot, every mole, every freckle. He knew where she had scars and bruises, he felt in his heart when she was hurt. There was not one single part of the girl beside him that Aeodan did not know... Except one.
His heart leapt with joy when she told him she loved him as he did, or at least in complement. Aeodan's heart, which still beat in his chest, thumped heavy against the bone ribcage, thumping hard enough for Edalene to feel each belaboured beat. There was no rhythm, only frantic hopping as if a rabbit were kicking a tattoo inside his chest, each beat heavier, louder and more desperate with each pump. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling in him what she no longer could in herself, and he placed both hands over hers. Every word she spoke chimed like a symphony in his ears, sung by a chorus of spirits whose voices were too beautiful for human comprehension. It was like the entirety of the Shay were singing to him, love songs of eternity and assuredness.
And before he knew what he was doing, Aeodan had released his sister's hands. He wrapped both of his own around Edalene's head, intertwining his long fingers in her brown hair. Gently, he pulled her into him, and let his lips light on hers ever so gently. A trill, maybe two, and the kiss grew stronger, deeper. Another trill, or two, and he had pulled her lithe form into his, holding her tightly and guiding the kiss in a display of masculinity that was unlike the Burnett boy. He kissed her like she'd never been kissed, piling all of his love, adoration, devotion and being into that one kiss. It was the kiss he should have given her before she died, the one she deserved before he lost her. It was the one he should have given her every trial since their birth, but had been too afraid.
He kissed her, and the fire crackled and popped in the background. For their Ever, he kissed her, and the world stopped for them. No longer had Edalene died. No longer was Narav's death important or imminent. No longer did Farafan suffer in her stone prison. In that trill, everything was as it was supposed to be, as it was supposed to have been. They had come together in the present, weaving their love through a tapestry that transcended lifetimes. The kiss was briefer than it perhaps should have been, but Aeodan could not resist pulling back. Tears fell from his eyes as he connected with his sister's again. Even Envoy couldn't suppress the emotion radiating from the boy.
"It's always been you, Eda. I don't know how it will go, or what will happen. But it's always been you. This is something beyond this realm, and I've always known it." His voice cracked, and he once again pulled his sister into a kiss, his tears staining her cheeks.
He loved every freckle that became prominent in the suns. Every suns-kissed mark that scattered along the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks, pale but visible if one knew to look. And of course, Aeodan did know. He knew every spot, every mole, every freckle. He knew where she had scars and bruises, he felt in his heart when she was hurt. There was not one single part of the girl beside him that Aeodan did not know... Except one.
His heart leapt with joy when she told him she loved him as he did, or at least in complement. Aeodan's heart, which still beat in his chest, thumped heavy against the bone ribcage, thumping hard enough for Edalene to feel each belaboured beat. There was no rhythm, only frantic hopping as if a rabbit were kicking a tattoo inside his chest, each beat heavier, louder and more desperate with each pump. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling in him what she no longer could in herself, and he placed both hands over hers. Every word she spoke chimed like a symphony in his ears, sung by a chorus of spirits whose voices were too beautiful for human comprehension. It was like the entirety of the Shay were singing to him, love songs of eternity and assuredness.
And before he knew what he was doing, Aeodan had released his sister's hands. He wrapped both of his own around Edalene's head, intertwining his long fingers in her brown hair. Gently, he pulled her into him, and let his lips light on hers ever so gently. A trill, maybe two, and the kiss grew stronger, deeper. Another trill, or two, and he had pulled her lithe form into his, holding her tightly and guiding the kiss in a display of masculinity that was unlike the Burnett boy. He kissed her like she'd never been kissed, piling all of his love, adoration, devotion and being into that one kiss. It was the kiss he should have given her before she died, the one she deserved before he lost her. It was the one he should have given her every trial since their birth, but had been too afraid.
He kissed her, and the fire crackled and popped in the background. For their Ever, he kissed her, and the world stopped for them. No longer had Edalene died. No longer was Narav's death important or imminent. No longer did Farafan suffer in her stone prison. In that trill, everything was as it was supposed to be, as it was supposed to have been. They had come together in the present, weaving their love through a tapestry that transcended lifetimes. The kiss was briefer than it perhaps should have been, but Aeodan could not resist pulling back. Tears fell from his eyes as he connected with his sister's again. Even Envoy couldn't suppress the emotion radiating from the boy.
"It's always been you, Eda. I don't know how it will go, or what will happen. But it's always been you. This is something beyond this realm, and I've always known it." His voice cracked, and he once again pulled his sister into a kiss, his tears staining her cheeks.
