Darkness Fades

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A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

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“I want to know more about you.” 

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

Skrael’s chest swoops with something bright and pleased. His voice is airy and light as he takes a single step forward, almost convinced that this is still somehow an illusion, something too good to be real. “Avius, I-- it has been so long...” 

He paused, and then added, “And, likewise, I do not wish for you to ever feel as though you are obligated to– to do this. If ever you need to pull away, all you must do is ask.”

“Because, if I am as you have said, then you are the exhale before that breath, the thing which makes the next one worth taking. And I would never dare stifle that.”

“So very awkward.” He held his hand gently. He had honestly missed the cold bite, it was comforting. He could tell his hands had been warmed though. “After all you hesitated to grab my hand didn’t you.” His voice was soft.

He hadn’t expected to be back so soon, he had to admit, but he was glad he decided to. It was strange to disappear for so long after their confrontation but he had to learn more about The Black. It was dangerous. It was on the loose somewhere but he was just glad it wasn’t with him anymore.

Skrael opened his mouth to shoot back a tease, but froze when he heard Avius’s next statement. 

He swallowed, and gave the wizard’s hand a light squeeze, hoping to reassure him. “I– yes… I did. But if I may put to rest any fears over what that meant– you see, I–… well, my… concerns about, ah, what is–” he bit his lip, cutting himself off before he stumbled over his words any further.

…Maybe Avius had a point, after all.

After taking a deep breath, though, Skrael tried again. “There is nothing that you could do that would make me hesitate to… try this. My worries do not lie in anything you have done, or anything you are. If I hesitate, now, it is because this is…” he tried to ignore the way his tone was turning frustrated. “It is because this is unfamiliar to me. It is new and– that is a good thing; it is a good ‘new’. I am simply…” He sighed quietly.

“I am a member of The Arcane Order. Whether or not you know what that means does not so much matter as much as, my membership there translates to a duty, a sacred one, which I cannot give up, and– and do not wish to.

“If I hesitate, Avius, it is not for one moment because of anything we have been through together– in fact, that is what makes me,” He held up their still-clasped hands, “Hold on. To you. To us.

“Any hesitation now comes from the fact that I am still trying to puzzle out how to handle us, while also reconciling with… the things I have done. The things I need to do. The things I cannot give up or abandon.

"I was teasing you Skrael. I know why you hesitated. You had told me last we met that you were unsure. I am not going to rush you."

Avius held out his palm, as if asking for his hand. “And I you. I know things are not the same as when I left but I’m glad you are the same. Still awkward too.” He gives a light chuckle before giving a loving smile. “Dear Skrael.”

Skrael stared at Avius’s hand for the tick of a few long seconds, feeling something curl in his throat, something nervous and unsure. 

But, oh, when his name was spoken like that– 

Eyes wide, caught off-guard, Skrael gently placed his hand into Avius’s, holding it carefully, trying to make the temperature on his skin something more bearable for a human wizard. 

He smiled back for a beat, as the world seemed a little less horrible once their hands had slotted into place, until– 

He gave an overdramatic huff. “I am not awkward.” 

His brow furrowed.

Skrael’s chest swoops with something bright and pleased. His voice is airy and light as he takes a single step forward, almost convinced that this is still somehow an illusion, something too good to be real. “Avius, I-- it has been so long...” 

He tried to shove these thoughts back, however, turning a small smile to Avius instead, as he stepped closer, closing some of the distance between them– not all the way, as he was still uncertain of himself, uncertain of how to proceed– but just enough to bring him into a familiar radius. A test, almost. He’d never been in this type of position before… it would be wise, he thought, to handle it with caution. “Do not apologize, my–” he stopped himself before he could blurt an endearment, clearing his throat, instead, “Ah, Avius. You have nothing to be sorry for. I am only glad to see that you are well.” He tried not to preen at the mention that he was the first that Avius had visited– it would be unbecoming. Even still, something warm was spreading in his chest, threatening to turn into fond giddiness. He wrestled down the feeling, baffled by what was happening to him. He was a demigod of wind and ice, and a member of The Arcane Order, for gods’ sakes. He needed to get a grip.

Skrael’s chest swoops with something bright and pleased. His voice is airy and light as he takes a single step forward, almost convinced that this is still somehow an illusion, something too good to be real. “Avius, I– it has been so long…”