[ He can't explain why he's so certain. Maybe that's the problem. His inability to describe what instinctively, to him, is as obvious as the warmth of the sun. He just keeps thinking, she has to trust him. At some point, she has to.
Her icy words wrap around him. A blizzard stirs in his normally temperate forest, pieces of it faltering at his feet. He is losing his grip on what makes him who he is, except—he knows he was never this. Godlike, with limitless power at his fingertips. An unwavering strength. When was the last time he was even truly wounded?
(Not long. If his memories narrow down to decades rather than centuries.) ]
Neither do I. [ He hops off his horse. His form is unchanged, as it often is when they're together. He seldom wears the wolf with her, and he doesn't think to now. ] But here I am.
[ He steps towards her. This, they've been here before. She must sense that, too. The air crackling between them, the way he can hear her heart thundering. Sharp frustration burns under his skin, the kind only she can bring out. (He has not felt that, either, in ages.)
He's afraid he can't do it. That even he will not be enough to draw her back towards what's real. ]
no subject
Her icy words wrap around him. A blizzard stirs in his normally temperate forest, pieces of it faltering at his feet. He is losing his grip on what makes him who he is, except—he knows he was never this. Godlike, with limitless power at his fingertips. An unwavering strength. When was the last time he was even truly wounded?
(Not long. If his memories narrow down to decades rather than centuries.) ]
Neither do I. [ He hops off his horse. His form is unchanged, as it often is when they're together. He seldom wears the wolf with her, and he doesn't think to now. ] But here I am.
[ He steps towards her. This, they've been here before. She must sense that, too. The air crackling between them, the way he can hear her heart thundering. Sharp frustration burns under his skin, the kind only she can bring out. (He has not felt that, either, in ages.)
He's afraid he can't do it. That even he will not be enough to draw her back towards what's real. ]
I won't leave without you.