#just some Ouros ramblings :V

[frostclawdragoon]

Prompt #19: "Radiant Happiness”

R’ouros had always been rather good at seeing the light within people’s hearts. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, no matter how far down it was buried, no matter how close it was to being snuffed out or how tainted with darkness it was. He could see it. He could always see it, even when no one else could.

And it was always the ones who didn’t believe in their own light that he was drawn to the most.

He always went out of his way to reach for those people. To take them by their hand and show them the way out of the darkness so that their light could shine brightly again. Sometimes it was as simple as a compliment or a smile, other times, he would have to go above and beyond to make them realize the light inside them hadn’t disappeared, that the clouds and storms that surrounded them daily could and would pass with time and care. Whatever darkness he faced, he would take them all in stride and wear the brightest smile he could muster.

“There is enough darkness in the world.” He would always say. “I’m not going to add to it, I’m going to chase it away instead.”

An ambitious and impossible dream, he knew. He couldn’t save everyone, he’d been told that a hundred times and more. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. He knew far too well what it was like to be at the very bottom of that dark, emotional well. He knew how hard it was to climb out of it. He knew how much it hurt to be alone.

He never wanted anyone to feel like he did.

So when he met Khamri’a, like a moth to a flame, he was immediately drawn to the small snippets of light that would shimmer through the barriers upon barriers that surrounded his heart. His light in particular was extremely bright. Blindingly so. He tried to pretend it wasn’t there; wore a mask and promptly ignored that warmth that radiated from him so naturally. But R’ouros wasn’t fooled, no matter how many masks he would pile on or how many lies he would weave, he would see through all of them.

He wanted to pull that light up to the surface, to break down those walls of caution and fear and reach for the soft kindness and happiness underneath. If he could make Khamri’a genuinely smile, laugh or even just encourage him to be kind to himself, then it was a victory. Making his heart feel a little less heavy was the least he could do, especially after all Khamri’a had done for him already. He had offered him a home, company, food to eat…

Khamri’a deserved to be happy for all the good he had done, for R’ouros and all the strangers he’d helped in the past. He deserved to reach the point of being so happy that he wouldn’t be able to contain it or hide it anymore. And R’ouros was going to make sure that he achieved that happiness no matter what.

Laying back on the roof of the Windsong Manor, legs dangling free off the side, R’ouros stared up at the bright blue sky with a wide smile, his imagination going wild with the shapes of the clouds that hung above him. It was only when he heard the sound of the front door shutting below did he come back to reality, and he swung himself up into a sitting position to look down at the ground below.

And there he saw the familiar form of Khamri’a walking out into the yard, off on another secret mission, no doubt.

“Khamri’a!” R’ouros called out, waving his hand high in the air. Khamri’a stopped to look up at him. “Be safe and have a good time!”

Khamri’a gave a nod in response and went on his way. R’ouros watched as he gradually and slowly disappeared from view, his smile still ever present on his face. He’d wait for him to come back, just like he always did, and have some sort of surprise waiting for him. Be it an awful joke, a new book, a painting he finished or eight million stories about all the things he did and saw while Khamri’a was gone.

Whatever it took to get that infectious, warm light to shine through those walls, whatever it took to make him feel genuine happiness, he would do it. He would do it a thousand times until that light could no longer hide.