He doesnât put it quite like that, though. He says that poetry should be held in higher regard than whatâs currently popular. Heâs trying to write a work worthy of heaven itself.
But you miss his love poems.
They werenât folly. They were glimpses of his heart.
He must notice your melancholy. Your mood dips with the lessening sunlight and the cold temperatures that book-end each day. Autumn is a magnificent time, but this year, it casts a shadow over you.
Dante takes it upon himself to take you on a ride to a group of trees he says is the most glorious heâs ever seen. Theyâre a tall, bushy riot of colors. Reds and oranges and yellows, vibrant, but airy. They capture the light of sunset and hold it, like a beacon of beauty for you and Dante to sit under.
He puts his arm around you.
You want to ask him⌠but youâd better not.
Instead, you snuggle closer to him and pick at your dress.
He kisses the top of your head. âWhat is it that troubles you? Tell me, so I may dispatch of it.â
âI would ask if you have any words to capture this moment, but I donât want to bother you.â
âYou are never a bother.â His dark eyes are sad as he guides you to look at him. âYou may have anything you wish of me. My dear heart, if you want words, do not ask. All of my words are yours.â
You look up at the light filtering through the colors. A gust of wind tousles the trees and leaves float gently down over you. The smell brings a smile to you face.
âYou see? This is why I brought you here,â Dante says. âTo give you joy. I know you want words, but Iâm inadequate. I cannot capture your radiance.â
He picks up a big, red leaf and gently strokes it over your cheek.
Dante holds you closer as a chill starts to settle in over the evening. âWe may sit beneath these trees, but the beauty of autumn cannot compare to you. These leaves are merely bowing to your presence. Or perhaps they are struck, as I am, by your very existence, and had to let themselves loose, to be closer to you. You're the center of the entire world, my love.â
The silence between you is comfortable after Danteâs speech. It doesnât seem dark or cold anymore. Autumn feels just right.
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Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys about my in-progress Voltron fic, In the Hour of Darkness!
In the Hour of Darkness, T, 11,000 words, 5/? chapters.Â
A mission goes awry, and Lance is taken into slavery. Months later, the world his new master lives on erupts in turmoil, and Lance is forced to flee with a pair of alien children. Hopping from system to system, raising his unexpected charges, Lance somehow finds the time to raise a fledgling rebellion as well.
I currently have about 17,000 words in the manuscript on my computer, and Iâm trying to stick to a weekly update schedule. If you want excessively nerdy worldbuilding, cute alien kids, and rebel spy Lance, this is your fic!Â
I just updated yesterday, putting ITHOD at 5 chapters! Hereâs the newest:
When Lance stumbles into wakefulness the next morning, he nearly shuts his eyes reflexively and sinks back into sleep, but before he can return to the embrace of dreams, a prolonged ululation splits the air. He jackknifes upright, all drowsiness fleeing at the eerie sound, and is out of bed and reaching for his stolen coat before Nyalri and Utyne can even finish grumbling at the disruption.
I'm absolutely loving your fic "In the Hour of Darkness (Your Light Gets Me Through)!" Every time you post I get so excited to see what happens next. Thanks for the great story so far.
aaaah my first ever tumblr ithod feedback!!! thank you so much! <3Â
keep holding on, i know itâs been a couple of weeks since the last update, but iâve been bombarded with a nasty cold and other irl things. i love that youâre loving it, i love all you everyone in this bar readers.