#chelody

Travels in Val’sharah for Chelody ❄️🍃🌳🦋

"Skin to skin. Chest to chest. Nose to nose.”

“And so their adventure began.This earth that we live on is full of stories in the same way that, for a bird, the sky is full of sky. Some people say when we are born we’re born into stories. I say we’re also born from stories." He paused, leaning into her touch, his body reacting unexpectedly to her warm, sudden partial embrace. "I want to know your stories. I want you to show me."As they pulled apart and fell into synchronized steps he glanced at her. He concluded that really they were apart of a story, not just their own but a greater one. They could not know the outcome; it's only later when they look back that they could ever really understand their own story. But would they ever really know? And would anybody else? Would anybody else really care? History is written by the survivors, but what is that history? Chase didn't know what their story was and wouldn't whilst they were in it, and even after they told it they might be not sure how it concludes. Their story would never end, it would live on even when they had perished into dust and become long forgotten faces in family picture albums.He approached her, this time getting the reaction from her. His hands running over her cheeks before falling to rest on her waist. "Show me your story and then let us create mine." It happened then, their faces nearing with little hesitation. "Show me." He murmured again before warmth touched warmth. There was a lot of pain in that kiss. There was so much hurt and so much fear in it but, in that kiss, there was even more want. They both wanted to smother out that pain, to not have so many horrible things in the all too recent past, to not be alone, to be real, to do the types of things they were supposed to be dealing with besides death and disability.”

"I’m sorry." Melody twisted her hands around the edge of her coat. "Matty and Ollie will be out of class in an hour or so. They-they said they were, going to class, before they left…" He let out a grunt that might have been another cough, and she glanced over at the hallway. "Um, do you want me to make some lunch…? Are you hungry?" Chandler pulled the blanket tighter around him. "I-I can still go get milk… I can get it once Matty and Ollie get out of class, too, s-so you don’t have to be alone." The blanket shifted tighter, and Chan’s huff came out in a damp wheeze. "O-or I could…. just… stay….?" She slid her coat off and bunched it up in her arms. He grabbed another tissue to stifle his cough. When he didn’t move for a few moments, Melody inched forward and eased into the empty chair.