Aug 24, 2018
@phoenixial
" You can see why this looks bad right? I'm a cop. Try a better lie this time. "
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@phoenixial
" You can see why this looks bad right? I'm a cop. Try a better lie this time. "
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“ I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS without sounding cruel. ” yes, they do, but the words are difficult to find around the knots in their throat, the tightness in their chest. somewhere wrapped in starlight their heart is aching. somewhere, they blame their nerves on the unstable nature of the stars.
SABINE IS NOT A CAGE. they’re the hands releasing pigeon from a magic hat, the moment between one breath and the inevitable fall. but there’s something about hands which have always felt like manacles around howl’s wrists. pinning their pulse down to the earth. to all that would break the starlight from their bones. ( i’m not a star, stop thinking in metaphors. i’m a person and i’m afraid of my lover’s hands ) they’re not a star, just everything left behind in a cosmic explosion that only wants to return to the sky. hands and earth and skin --- it’s not them. never has been. hands scrub across howl’s face and through their hair. a heavy sigh past parted lips. “ i don’t think this will work. that is --- i don’t think i can work in... in this. i want to but i --- i’ve never been able to before. be this close to someone for so long. i don’t think i can. ” / @phoenixial
❛ I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have. ❜
A GATHERING OF SHADOWS. // closed
“ I DON’T WANT your life for my own, sabine wren. ” how many parts of you will be bargained, star-swallower? how much of you traded and whittled away by the hands of others? can you find yourself in the pieces left in your stardust?
NO BUT THEY CAN find themselves in the reflection of sabine’s eyes this close. can count their futures in individual lashes and there’s nothing but love caught in their throat now. howl takes their hands. kisses each knuckle with trembling lips and wonders what it would be like to eat their heart. how sweet the taste.
“ I WANT YOUR LIFE with mine. what good would it be for my life without you in it? if you gave your life for mine, sunburst, my life would mean nothing. ”
“ SABINE. ” she pulls from their lips a moment to speak their name in the only way she’s ever been able to. ( a prayer, a word of thanks to whatever god allowed them to have this moment ) lunafreya’s hands cup their cheeks. a kiss to each eyelid and her throat becomes so full she cannot manage to speak for a moment as she draws back. the fire casts copper and red across their skin, the dark night held impossibly far from where they sit. safe. and sabine in the tender glow, with their mouth still fresh with kisses, brings smile unexpected to oracle’s lips. “ i love you. ” a prayer. “ i love you. ” a promise. / @phoenixial
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“Em? --no,” she inhales a sharp breath, it hurts (it’s her asthma, she thinks, her anxiety). “Sorry, you remind me of someone.”
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Their voice is soothing, reminiscent of better times - times without war and hardship. Sabine shifts, just enough to properly let their head rest in their lover's lap, ready to let sleep pull them under - then their eyes fall on the curve of Howl's jaw, hit just right by the light. Gaze travels up, focuses on the light illuminating their features, and Sabine feels their heart clench in their chest. "Oh." is all they say at first, admittedly caught off guard. And then, quieter. "I love you."
“ THE MOON SHINES FAIR ; you may away by night: i’ll haste the writer and withal break of your — ” here sabine makes their entrance with soft voice and howl pauses their reading. finger rests over the next word but page becomes forgotten in what follows. i love you. verdant eyes glance down to the other resting in their lap, mouth open between syllable and surprise. i love you --- are the words an echo or a response?
YOU, HEARTLESS ONE --- do you dare speak on love when your heart is kept far as every star? when passion burns eons away? ( yes, i think i will. ) their heart is far but sabine is something they have always been able to touch. they do so now, the backs of their fingers against skin loved by the sun. loved by them. and howl smiles but perhaps it’s only starlight trapped between their teeth. ( i should run. spare them my selfish heart and run ) their hand goes to sabine’s hair. pushes it back from their eyes.
“ OF COURSE YOU DO. ” but their words aren’t a cry of victory. they’re the warmth of the sun when it kisses the horizon good morning. not ‘who doesn’t love me?’ but ‘of course, you brighten every inch of me with your rosy light. you pull me along your tides. you moon-and-sun creature. you artist, etching your creations along my mountain-ridge spine’. of course they do --- because all creators love what they pulled from raw clay, must they not?
“ I LOVE YOU TOO, sunburst. ” they can’t lean over to place a kiss to sabine’s mouth so instead they take their hand. press a kiss soft as dawn’s light to the back of it. “ of course i do. ”
What does all this love amount to?
✧ WAR OF THE FOXES.
“ THIS. ” soft mouth places a kiss to the center of sabine’s palms. marvels at the lines and callouses. the lifetime spelled out beneath oracle’s mouth, and how blessed she’s been to be able to touch it.
“ AND THIS. ” lips continue to their shoulders. to all the weight they never meant to carry. to the spot where lunafreya cried out her future and apologized, time and again, for loving them so fiercely she finally felt scared to die. leaving them behind in the wake of her --- whenever that day would come. ( what does all this love amount to? perhaps my final joy. )
“ AND THIS. ” her lips meet sabine’s. altissia is coming. she feels the weakness in her bones in moments like this the most. when all she has to hold is them, when all she has left she must say goodbye to. it isn’t a kiss goodbye, not yet anyway. but she memorizes the shape of their mouth all the same. wraps them in her arms, hoping it would be enough to hold them together even when the rain came.
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His eyes widen when they reveal it, and he can almost hear old bones creaking as his spine stiffens. The hilt is instantly recognisable; there was a time when he’d thought himself able to retain the images of all the blades his had ever crossed. While age might have sullied some of the memories, this one remained ever viciously clear. Part of him almost wants to reach out and call it to his hand, acting on instinct, but the rest of his mind recoils before his ageing fingers move any closer to the cold metal. For a moment the weight of its bloody history finds a home on his shoulders, the thought of the souls of all the Jedi who’ve fallen to it running down his back in a shiver (what right have you to be disgusted, when your own sword is no cleaner? — that whisper coming to him in the voice of a witch who refused to die, threatening to infest his limbs with her once again). He dismisses the thought and steadies himself.
“I had thought that accursed thing to be lost with the wretched creature who last wielded it,” he says, almost more to himself, and his gaze remains fixed on it as he finds the grace to take a step closer to the Mandalorian. After what feels like an eternity he lifts it to meet theirs, and he straightens himself, ashamed to be so on the verge of losing his ever-cool composure. “When I heard you had found it, I still dared to hope it was not true. No doubt you know of its past...why did you decide to wield it?”