In my nightmares you shine brighter than the sun, such paltry light a pale imitation of your brilliance. In them, it is not with you whom I clash. Should we fight, it is side by side.
You haunt me, but not in the way you fear. My waking dreams turn to you, turn to how I feel for you. But they are sweet, not bitter, never bitter.
[He steps closer, invading Obsidian's space.]
I consider these memories a blessing, as now I have seen how magnificent you truly are with my own eyes. I care for you by choice, not by these memories, but I will not give you the falsehood that I am unaffected. My affections, my admiration of you, has grown.
My fallen star.
[He leans in to rest his head in the crook of Obsidian's neck, cradling the scarf even more closely.]
Suddenly, he embraces Themis fiercely, letting out a slow breath as if to release his fears. It's all he needs to hear to know he can lay those concerns to rest.]
...See, when you speak like that, tis why I have to make you things. You sound poetic.
[More warmly, he adds:] Then I am ever gladdened, to truly be yours. To be known. I shall not question again how I might linger in your mind.
[The embrace is returned just as fiercely, only the briefest moments of hesitation to ensure that his precious gift remains unharmed.]
Eloquence comes naturally to me, and I shall serenade you with my words at every opportunity. Such poetry do you deserve.
It gladdens me more than you know that your doubts are laid to rest.
[He pulls back, beaming up at Obsidian.]
Would you like to hear of them? Those you have stitched so lovingly - there are lifetimes of tales I could spin for you, since you enjoy my words so keenly.
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A confession.]
In my nightmares you shine brighter than the sun, such paltry light a pale imitation of your brilliance. In them, it is not with you whom I clash. Should we fight, it is side by side.
You haunt me, but not in the way you fear. My waking dreams turn to you, turn to how I feel for you. But they are sweet, not bitter, never bitter.
[He steps closer, invading Obsidian's space.]
I consider these memories a blessing, as now I have seen how magnificent you truly are with my own eyes. I care for you by choice, not by these memories, but I will not give you the falsehood that I am unaffected. My affections, my admiration of you, has grown.
My fallen star.
[He leans in to rest his head in the crook of Obsidian's neck, cradling the scarf even more closely.]
My fallen star.
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Suddenly, he embraces Themis fiercely, letting out a slow breath as if to release his fears. It's all he needs to hear to know he can lay those concerns to rest.]
...See, when you speak like that, tis why I have to make you things. You sound poetic.
[More warmly, he adds:] Then I am ever gladdened, to truly be yours. To be known. I shall not question again how I might linger in your mind.
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Eloquence comes naturally to me, and I shall serenade you with my words at every opportunity. Such poetry do you deserve.
It gladdens me more than you know that your doubts are laid to rest.
[He pulls back, beaming up at Obsidian.]
Would you like to hear of them? Those you have stitched so lovingly - there are lifetimes of tales I could spin for you, since you enjoy my words so keenly.