Ailwin walked silently beside Flea, each step of the path deliberate as the night air settled cool against his skin. The secret passage she’d led them down had a kind of intimacy to it, a route known only to them, hidden from the rest of the world. The weight of her hand in his felt… right. Unusual, maybe, but right.
She had led him to the quiet field, moonlight gently illuminating their way, and her words pierced the stillness with unexpected weight. Flea’s voice was softer than usual—full of a vulnerability he rarely heard from her. And yet, he knew she wasn’t someone who said such things lightly.
His hand tightened slightly around hers, a subtle acknowledgment of her words. He understood what she meant—about the peace, the shared moments stolen away from the rest of the world. He knew all too well the brevity of such quiet times. The world outside demanded too much, too often, and people like them didn’t get to hide from it forever.
Still, here they were.
His eyes flicked to the stars, a habit he’d picked up over the years, looking up when words felt heavy. The vastness of the night sky always reminded him how small everything was in comparison. But here, in this moment, with her by his side, it didn’t feel small. It felt real.
He turned his head to look at her, the moonlight casting shadows across her face. Her hand felt steady in his, her words echoing in the quiet of the night.
@Little Flea
She had led him to the quiet field, moonlight gently illuminating their way, and her words pierced the stillness with unexpected weight. Flea’s voice was softer than usual—full of a vulnerability he rarely heard from her. And yet, he knew she wasn’t someone who said such things lightly.
His hand tightened slightly around hers, a subtle acknowledgment of her words. He understood what she meant—about the peace, the shared moments stolen away from the rest of the world. He knew all too well the brevity of such quiet times. The world outside demanded too much, too often, and people like them didn’t get to hide from it forever.
Still, here they were.
Peace isn’t something I’ve ever been good at finding,he said, his voice low but not hard. There was an honesty there, a rawness that mirrored hers.
But if there’s a way to it, maybe you’re right. Maybe we can find it together.
His eyes flicked to the stars, a habit he’d picked up over the years, looking up when words felt heavy. The vastness of the night sky always reminded him how small everything was in comparison. But here, in this moment, with her by his side, it didn’t feel small. It felt real.
You don’t have to share me with the moons or anyone else tonight,Ailwin added, a rare softness creeping into his voice.
This is our time, however brief. We make of it what we want.
He turned his head to look at her, the moonlight casting shadows across her face. Her hand felt steady in his, her words echoing in the quiet of the night.
We’ll find more moments like this,he promised quietly, almost more to himself than to her.
But until then… let’s make this one last as long as we can.
@Little Flea
10-25-2024, 11:46 AM
