She always did have a way of amusing him in ways others could not. It wasn't even truly unique, her running from him. But it was the way she chose to run, the desperation she clung to after all this time. She'd never fully given herself to him and in a way he preferred it that way, he liked the fight it made her all the more special to him. Her resistance only fueled him, propelling him forward over land and sea, over every mountain and through every valley. She would run and he would follow, time and again, like a dance between lovers.
He stopped at a large tree, leaves newly disturbed.
And then, if she was keen to his movements, she would hear him simply walk away, deeper into the forest.
Life flooded back in his wake, birds chirped, breeze rustled, sunlight danced.
Seconds later in an explosion of rotted wood, he pulled from the hallowed log by a handful of her hair. He held her aloft, bringing her face level with his own.
He stopped at a large tree, leaves newly disturbed.
Ari,he bench to put up one of the leaves, movement sleek as he crushed the same leaf to ash.
is this you?His eyes examined the tree, his senses attuned to the monument before him. He ghosted a hand along the edge of rough bark. He was quiet, seemingly deep in thought when he stopping his hand and held his breath, like he was listening for a pulse.
And then, if she was keen to his movements, she would hear him simply walk away, deeper into the forest.
Life flooded back in his wake, birds chirped, breeze rustled, sunlight danced.
Seconds later in an explosion of rotted wood, he pulled from the hallowed log by a handful of her hair. He held her aloft, bringing her face level with his own.
I expected better
08-08-2023, 09:17 PM
