serpent's hoard.

Thank God I’m not the only one

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mine, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment’s carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.

           I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The ground shakes violently and you tighten your arms around his shoulders desperately. His hold around your waist is strong and steady. You search his face for answers, but all you see is the reflection of flames and chaos dancing in his eyes. Another building collapses far too close by for your comfort, but his stance is secure. There isn’t an ounce of fear in him. Finally, his lips part as he makes an attempt to reassure you.