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, |
No matter how many times they were in each other's company, he couldn't help but trip over the fact that she was so small. Small, willowy, but strong, durable, full of so much more love than a person twice her size could hold inside of them. All of it suited her. Every bruise, scrape, lock of messy hair.
If possible, his heart swelled even more with how much he loved her.
Crushing her against his chest wasn't the embrace he was looking for, and whatever the awkwardness of height difference, he bent at the waist to settle folded cloak and carving onto a log, drawing from below to wrap his arms around her.
Her arms, hardly a moment after letting go, wrapped themselves around the tall rogue again, and Souvelani jumped up in time with his lifting her up. Godric didn’t need the help, but Souvelani had too much energy to be a ragdoll after being a cloak. “I need you too much to go without you,” she said. They were together in Cumberland, but neither of them were the sort to stay in this place forever. And Souvelani, Souvelani didn’t mean to end up alone again (and her daughter, gods protect her, Souvelani knew too well to dream about a fairy tale ending).
Godric wasn't so caught up in the moment that he couldn't roll that implication over and over in his mind, trying to make sense of it through what had washed over him. He didn't need to ask -- he knew, knew it was bigger than this, bigger than tonight. There was more determination than confidence in her tone, and he encircled his arms tighter around her, for both assurance and a hesitant sort of happiness.
"Are you sure?" he mumbled into her shoulder.
She nodded first. Then Souvelani froze, unsure whether or not Godric had been able to tell what she was doing. “I was sure before I realized it,” Souvelani replied. With a small sigh, her grip tightened around him. “Just had to catch up to myself.” Because inevitably, being a good mother, meant letting her daughter go, except when chance brought them near enough to stay in further touch. But here, it had none of those implications, and it made her happier than she had in years to know that being a good mother could mean staying.
Uncertainty twisted through the rungs of his ribcage. He expelled a long breath. "Even if there are wolves snapping at our heels?"
Souvelani was familiar with being chased by wolves. It wouldn’t be the first time she dealt with - that, that had likely been a metaphor, wasn’t it? Godric wasn’t likely to be concerned about actual wolves chasing them. He and Lev hunted dragons. The elf leaned back enough to look him in the face. “Wolves may scare me,” she said honestly, “But they don’t scare me off.”
"There's more," he continued, voice quiet. "And we'll tell you about it, but not tonight. This is what I want to remember tonight by." How happy he was, how happy she was. Free of responsibilities, of fear, of what was to come, just for a night. They could take on tomorrow tomorrow.
The space was small, but it allowed him to lean in for a soft kiss against her cheek. "Fennecs and halla can do whatever they want tonight."
Of course there was. Souvelani was not surprised one bit. They all had secrets, some that they had shared already, some that they hadn’t shared yet. Her daughter was one, a secret she longed to share and always grew nervous about, one she didn’t share because Elloen had asked her not to. “It can wait,” Souvelani replied in agreement. It would change things, but it wouldn’t change her decision.
Her smile grew into a grin, and Souvelani sighed happily. “Yes, it’s a wonderful peaceful night, for fennecs and halla and their friends,” she agreed.
Godric wanted little more than to cling to her for the rest of the night, but fennecs and halla and their friends had things to do, especially when all together. "I have your gift, too," he said suddenly, as if only then remembering once the hum of affection had quietened somewhat. "It's from both of us. As in -- Lev and I, us. I have to put you down, but," his smile made an appearance, "give me a second to grab it. Maybe two."
If possible, his heart swelled even more with how much he loved her.
Crushing her against his chest wasn't the embrace he was looking for, and whatever the awkwardness of height difference, he bent at the waist to settle folded cloak and carving onto a log, drawing from below to wrap his arms around her.
Her arms, hardly a moment after letting go, wrapped themselves around the tall rogue again, and Souvelani jumped up in time with his lifting her up. Godric didn’t need the help, but Souvelani had too much energy to be a ragdoll after being a cloak. “I need you too much to go without you,” she said. They were together in Cumberland, but neither of them were the sort to stay in this place forever. And Souvelani, Souvelani didn’t mean to end up alone again (and her daughter, gods protect her, Souvelani knew too well to dream about a fairy tale ending).
Godric wasn't so caught up in the moment that he couldn't roll that implication over and over in his mind, trying to make sense of it through what had washed over him. He didn't need to ask -- he knew, knew it was bigger than this, bigger than tonight. There was more determination than confidence in her tone, and he encircled his arms tighter around her, for both assurance and a hesitant sort of happiness.
"Are you sure?" he mumbled into her shoulder.
She nodded first. Then Souvelani froze, unsure whether or not Godric had been able to tell what she was doing. “I was sure before I realized it,” Souvelani replied. With a small sigh, her grip tightened around him. “Just had to catch up to myself.” Because inevitably, being a good mother, meant letting her daughter go, except when chance brought them near enough to stay in further touch. But here, it had none of those implications, and it made her happier than she had in years to know that being a good mother could mean staying.
Uncertainty twisted through the rungs of his ribcage. He expelled a long breath. "Even if there are wolves snapping at our heels?"
Souvelani was familiar with being chased by wolves. It wouldn’t be the first time she dealt with - that, that had likely been a metaphor, wasn’t it? Godric wasn’t likely to be concerned about actual wolves chasing them. He and Lev hunted dragons. The elf leaned back enough to look him in the face. “Wolves may scare me,” she said honestly, “But they don’t scare me off.”
"There's more," he continued, voice quiet. "And we'll tell you about it, but not tonight. This is what I want to remember tonight by." How happy he was, how happy she was. Free of responsibilities, of fear, of what was to come, just for a night. They could take on tomorrow tomorrow.
The space was small, but it allowed him to lean in for a soft kiss against her cheek. "Fennecs and halla can do whatever they want tonight."
Of course there was. Souvelani was not surprised one bit. They all had secrets, some that they had shared already, some that they hadn’t shared yet. Her daughter was one, a secret she longed to share and always grew nervous about, one she didn’t share because Elloen had asked her not to. “It can wait,” Souvelani replied in agreement. It would change things, but it wouldn’t change her decision.
Her smile grew into a grin, and Souvelani sighed happily. “Yes, it’s a wonderful peaceful night, for fennecs and halla and their friends,” she agreed.
Godric wanted little more than to cling to her for the rest of the night, but fennecs and halla and their friends had things to do, especially when all together. "I have your gift, too," he said suddenly, as if only then remembering once the hum of affection had quietened somewhat. "It's from both of us. As in -- Lev and I, us. I have to put you down, but," his smile made an appearance, "give me a second to grab it. Maybe two."