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[resolvebound]

seraphias​: / sorano

the heat of his palm was a welcoming sensation. awakening nerves beneath her skin she thought long died. the feeling was comforting — like the satisfaction of holding your hands by a fire, after spending the afternoon rolling balls of snow. it was almost disturbing to now be reminded of such a fond time with her sister. how she thought those distant memories of iceberg abandoned her long ago.

like a gentle current, her mind drifts without pause. like faded photo strips illuminating under a flickering light. the images were grainy but still clear. how ironic it was to embrace such thoughts at rock bottom. macbeth’s hand in hers brought about more memories. these not so pleasant, yet still oddly comforting. his head upon her lap as she weaves her fingers through his hair, humming quietly in hopes that he could find slumber. tiny moments like that carried her through their time at the tower of heaven. it was only brought her solace to recall because despite the terror they faced, at least they were together. always and forever. 

she lets out a quiet chuckle, a tiny exhale of between cracked lips,   “ it’s funny. i’m looking to you for optimism. how the mighty have fallen. ”

sorano doesn’t release her hold of him. mouth trembling with uncertainty. how much longer were they to live like caged animals ? dancing around the very idea was crippling. her hand curls more tightly around his, fighting the urge to shed a tear. this was no time for that. sorano refused to break down when it wasn’t the end. she would not allow this to be the conclusion of their story. she edges forward, leaning her cheek to the bars. the chill of the iron like biting ice to her flesh. 

“ midnight ? ”  she says with a small voice, hiding the way it quakes with each word uttered.  “ tell me a story. ”

Yes, it was funny, he supposed, he’d always been a more pessimistic realistic type. “I won’t hold it against you,” he replied, amusement faint in his voice and along his lips.

Her hand, cold and small against his, seemed fragile, more like part of an ice sculpture than a flesh and blood human body. Nevertheless, he gave her hand a faint squeeze to remind her of her humanity. Slowly, as it seemed his limbs were impossibly heavy due to lack of energy, he raised his other hand, enveloping hers in both of his own. Ordinarily it was he who felt the cold most, he thought, and yet it seemed to be plaguing her the most in the moment ( though perhaps he was too numb by now to feel anything, let alone the chill ).

“A story?” His mind turned slowly at that, a low hum behind his lips. His magic might have dealt in illusions, in visual fiction and tricks, but he had always been one who preferred truth himself, the facts. “Alright…”

Retaining hold of her hand, he managed to shift himself a little closer, head resting a few bars away from her own. A story would certainly be a good distraction for them both. He might not have been able to see her all that clearly, but he was familiar with the nuances of her voice, and it was all he needed to tell him of her struggles. They had been together such a long time now, hadn’t they. Their lives seemed to go in circles, but he refused to believe they were doomed to be stuck in such a loop.

“There was once a girl…” he began softly, “She had a difficult life at a young age, hardships no child should face. She wanted to be free of it, she wanted a power to protect her and keep her safe from the evils around, to give her a peaceful life. Her prayers and strong will summoned a great angel to her…”

He gave another squeeze to her hand, one of his thumbs following the line of her own in a slow back and forth pace.

“The angel protected her, carried her away and shielded her for years, until one day…the angel was defeated. Without her protector, the girl felt alone…scared. But then she discovered how much she had learnt from the angel. Yes…The angel was gone, but the girl remained, and she was strong enough to fight for herself now…”