Profound Depths, Longing Seas
Part VII
It was hard to name the feeling, to describe (even to himself) what was churning inside him; the light turned to the buzzing of bees, or maybe the choppy waters of a stormy sea. The fullness was now hollowed out– an ever expanding bubble that both stretched uncomfortably beneath his skin and threatened to pop and leave nothing but emptiness behind. And beneath it all, an ache, not heavy enough to prompt any deep contemplation or concern, but enough to almost hurt.
But perhaps those were still not the correct words. Perhaps he was just a thirteen year old boy realizing that there were new things about himself he could not yet understand.
percabeth | rated t | fairytale au | childhood friends to lovers | coming of age | angst & fluff
