TORN IN TWO TO BECOME ONE | CIRCE Oct 24, 2021 10:44:55 GMT
Post by Maxwell Scamander on Oct 24, 2021 10:44:55 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]"Circe." His words were no higher than a hum, yet no less dulcet than a song. Careful brushes of skin trailed around the slender wrist of another whom he'd met a thousand times albeit under the guise of secrets. Circe, his Circe damned to a life of loving from a distance while her soulmate threw himself into the fire to protect the world from a tyrant. He'd made every pocket of time hers to breathe, every moment away from her another promised to Egypt and those silent sands and the whispering river beyond the cotton curtains and ancient songs. This version of him did not know the world they'd endured together in silence, behind those layers of lace and unbound ties and mellow words knotted beneath the midnight moon. To her, he wasn't someone worthy of her love. He believed the statement to true in every universe, but, at least in his own, he'd been blessed to love her even if only for a moment. For a time. In his world she'd offered a second of her eternity and given it to him. And now, as captured oceans dared upward in search of their parallel in frozen ice. Only a month they'd been reunited if he'd managed to steal a second to look away from her and onto any vessel that told time. A single touch returned a million memories to her, it seemed. Returned warmth to her heart and aches to her bones. Now a single moment of her time had become his to own forever as feverish symptoms settled and he sought the sanctuary of the living room once more. A twisted sickness not yet entirely settled as he rose fingertips to his temple to settle a headache at the sight of the sun. "I- I think" He began, unable to collect his thoughts through a stifled groan. "I can't remember, I'm sorry-" He muffled softly, and apologetically.
Circe Dhalia Black - morning after soul splitty
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