Souvelani Alerion (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} naturalone) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lostcodices, |
The Satinalia bonfire always had the same effect on Godric, every year, like clockwork. The sensation of his heart threatening to burst, that he couldn't possibly be happier, was inevitable, but so too was the discomfort of being close to a source of flame-- and not a small one, either. Any campfires of the past were smaller, manageable, and he kept his distance regardless. A bonfire was something else, the heat of it stirring up that which he'd pressed down deep enough to keep from seeing, and he excused himself early on to fetch additional firewood and kindling to keep the fire blazing.
They were dropped heavily upon his return, and suddenly, he was wishing there were more than two drinks in his body, because it wasn't enough.
Her eyes followed Godric around. Usually that filled her with glee tonight to see him so damn happy. But Souvelani recognized the feeling of not knowing an important piece of history, something which affected Godric’s mood and actions. Whatever it was ran parallel to good times, coexisting in a way she was familiar with. And the elf made her way to him, bulkier for the pack on her back, but its weight was nothing to her. She then hugged him, a leaping motion that ended with her feet off the ground because he had stood and was so freaking tall.
It wasn’t the first time she had hugged him like so, and Souvelani felt right at home. “Hey there,” she greeted him again. Her chin rested against his back, and he smelled like woods. It smelled good on anyone.
Luckily the wood was out of his hands before he could drop it, startled, but his reaction was the opposite of annoyed: his hands settling over hers, smile almost as warm as the fire itself. "Hey," he returned, finding her presence had quickly choked most of the discomfort out of him. "You're heavier than I remember, suddenly."
Her head leaned heavily against back, snuggling a little closer to find just the right spot. She was starting to learn it. Laughter escaped a little, given how little she knew she weighed. “Perhaps I ate a whole deer myself,” Souvelani joked, “So it’s me and the deer.” That wasn’t the answer, of course. Because she couldn’t eat a whole one. Not even starving. But she had eaten some.
Even if it wasn't the answer, it forced his smile to turn up a little higher on one side. "That is impressive. I'm very impressed right now." He pulled her hands, and therefore her arms, in tighter. "When did you have the time for that?"
Laughter choked in her throat, her attempts to quash it. An attempt to continue with the joke with a straight face. Fortunately, Godric couldn’t see how spectacularly Souvelani was failing at that. “I did go and hunt them all, you know,” Souvelani replied, “And I’ve been hunting regularly, with or without you boys, since I got here.” For food, for the presents, for the sense of identity that came being in the forest. “Made myself hungry,” she tacked on. Silly, no deer she ate a day ago would still weigh her down now.
His thumb traced circles into the back of her hand, forming invisible pictures. "There's no shortage of food tonight, so you're in luck. Unless Lev and I eat everything," he laughed, because their appetites took a lot to satiate. Somehow, he managed to adjust his neck to catch sight of her peripherally. It wasn't a full view of her face, but it would serve. "Thank you for coming." Maybe it wasn't necessary to say, but there it was, said anyway.
The party was large, for a family so small. Rather, she wasn’t used to families that could be counted on one hand or even two. The names on the orbs hadn’t been enough to make it feel large, but she had hunted beyond what she had guessed people would it. It felt right. Leftovers were still good. “Oh, I will,” Souvelani replied, “Just eat a bit here, a bit there, all night long. It may not feel like eating a lot, but it’ll add up.”
Her face tilted up higher, not having expected a thank you yet. They hadn’t even touched on presents. “I want to be here,” Souvelani replied. Even if she didn’t know their friends, she was glad to be a part of the evening. Including every time anyone ate anything. “I made you something,” the elf shared, in a secretive whisper.
They were dropped heavily upon his return, and suddenly, he was wishing there were more than two drinks in his body, because it wasn't enough.
Her eyes followed Godric around. Usually that filled her with glee tonight to see him so damn happy. But Souvelani recognized the feeling of not knowing an important piece of history, something which affected Godric’s mood and actions. Whatever it was ran parallel to good times, coexisting in a way she was familiar with. And the elf made her way to him, bulkier for the pack on her back, but its weight was nothing to her. She then hugged him, a leaping motion that ended with her feet off the ground because he had stood and was so freaking tall.
It wasn’t the first time she had hugged him like so, and Souvelani felt right at home. “Hey there,” she greeted him again. Her chin rested against his back, and he smelled like woods. It smelled good on anyone.
Luckily the wood was out of his hands before he could drop it, startled, but his reaction was the opposite of annoyed: his hands settling over hers, smile almost as warm as the fire itself. "Hey," he returned, finding her presence had quickly choked most of the discomfort out of him. "You're heavier than I remember, suddenly."
Her head leaned heavily against back, snuggling a little closer to find just the right spot. She was starting to learn it. Laughter escaped a little, given how little she knew she weighed. “Perhaps I ate a whole deer myself,” Souvelani joked, “So it’s me and the deer.” That wasn’t the answer, of course. Because she couldn’t eat a whole one. Not even starving. But she had eaten some.
Even if it wasn't the answer, it forced his smile to turn up a little higher on one side. "That is impressive. I'm very impressed right now." He pulled her hands, and therefore her arms, in tighter. "When did you have the time for that?"
Laughter choked in her throat, her attempts to quash it. An attempt to continue with the joke with a straight face. Fortunately, Godric couldn’t see how spectacularly Souvelani was failing at that. “I did go and hunt them all, you know,” Souvelani replied, “And I’ve been hunting regularly, with or without you boys, since I got here.” For food, for the presents, for the sense of identity that came being in the forest. “Made myself hungry,” she tacked on. Silly, no deer she ate a day ago would still weigh her down now.
His thumb traced circles into the back of her hand, forming invisible pictures. "There's no shortage of food tonight, so you're in luck. Unless Lev and I eat everything," he laughed, because their appetites took a lot to satiate. Somehow, he managed to adjust his neck to catch sight of her peripherally. It wasn't a full view of her face, but it would serve. "Thank you for coming." Maybe it wasn't necessary to say, but there it was, said anyway.
The party was large, for a family so small. Rather, she wasn’t used to families that could be counted on one hand or even two. The names on the orbs hadn’t been enough to make it feel large, but she had hunted beyond what she had guessed people would it. It felt right. Leftovers were still good. “Oh, I will,” Souvelani replied, “Just eat a bit here, a bit there, all night long. It may not feel like eating a lot, but it’ll add up.”
Her face tilted up higher, not having expected a thank you yet. They hadn’t even touched on presents. “I want to be here,” Souvelani replied. Even if she didn’t know their friends, she was glad to be a part of the evening. Including every time anyone ate anything. “I made you something,” the elf shared, in a secretive whisper.