( eight hundred years spans so many, many lifetimes, each turn of the wheel brings new tragedy, heartache and loss. this is why most souls forget; it can drive a man mad otherwise.
she looks down at the texts he sends, a bittersweet longing filling her heart, burning in her chest. longing for what?
he's here, witty and joking, but she can't deny the thread of sadness that lingers when the laughter fades, when rafayel looks at her and thinks she doesn't notice. and then there are the dreams, of sea foam and deep magic, when she wakes up in tears and instinctively claws for him, only to be alone with the mists of memory that dissipate in the morning sun. )
i don't want you to be caught on my line
( then more texts, in case he gets the wrong idea. )
it hurts, right? maybe you can let me scoop you up in my hands and i can keep you safe you're going to have to be a good fish and not jump out though
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she looks down at the texts he sends, a bittersweet longing filling her heart, burning in her chest. longing for what?
he's here, witty and joking, but she can't deny the thread of sadness that lingers when the laughter fades, when rafayel looks at her and thinks she doesn't notice. and then there are the dreams, of sea foam and deep magic, when she wakes up in tears and instinctively claws for him, only to be alone with the mists of memory that dissipate in the morning sun. )
i don't want you to be caught on my line
( then more texts, in case he gets the wrong idea. )
it hurts, right?
maybe you can let me scoop you up in my hands
and i can keep you safe
you're going to have to be a good fish and not jump out though