[flashback]Ouch! (Mara)

by **Syllke Skyglow** on April 19th, 2012, 10:53 pm

Syllke smiled broadly, his face lit up from his happy spirits inside as much as from the reflection of the sunbeams from the crystals on its surface. He was truly delighted that Mara liked the gift – for gift it would be. He watched as Mara stretched out his hands to receive it, their fingers brushing as the transfer was made. Once again, Syllke noted those black nails, but by now they seemed only to be part of a person who he now counted as friend. Mara examined the geode closely while Syllke scrutinized Mara himself, gratified to see even that ghost of a smile that ultimately touched his pierced lip, and his crimson tinted eyes. Mara then set the geode carefully down next to its now sundered other half, and Syllke chuckled at his words.

“I’m the one that’s petching glad you took the time to come to my rescue.” The warmth of Syllke’s smile underscored the sincerity of his assertion, regardless of the rawness of his word choice. “And clean me up – patch me up – cauterize my mouth and mess with my nose.” He was laughing, now – a full, merry sound. Then his ebullience quieted, and his eyes went to the two pieces of the geode. His fingers went to touch the one that Mara had held and examined. “This one is for you.” His fingers moved to the other half, running lightly over its rough surface. “And this one will be mine – so we each have half. And we can remember this crazy day.” His eyes lifted to Mara’s. “And as a small thank you, for everything.”

His head ducked, as a wave of shyness washed over him. His fingers continued to run back and forth over the crystals. He moved, infinitesimally, hesitantly. His gaze came back to Mara’s face again, and he stepped forward, his arms going about Mara’s thin shoulders, pulling their chests together, fitting himself against Mara.

“My hero,” He said softly, no trace of teasing in his voice, as his cheek nestled against Mara’s.

by **Mara** on April 20th, 2012, 6:58 pm

Syllke's smile was practically too sunny for him to regard, if there was ever any uncertainty of his purity it was overwhelmed with the brilliant flash of ivory teeth and salmon-colored lips. He labored to keep eyeing it, without feeling self-conscious of his own overwrought and winding jaw.

Inclined against the counter he listened to the appreciations he received, he curved from him to gaze at the sliced rocks as he finished his sentimentalities, choosing instead to remain silent, but he felt pleased, and if not pleased then something just as neighboring. Like his first surveillance of the boy that had run through his head, this wounded warrior had liquefied his icy demeanor bit by bit with that smile.

Pursed lips once again curved upward at their corners as he was offered one half of their now shared whole, so that they could fall into the recorded memory of this day whenever necessary. He chuckled a throaty laugh and turned back to Syllke his head tipped to the side, waiting what else he could possibly have to offer him.

The undecided dip of his head, and the sheepish expression on his face heightened his interest even more. The other approached him, wrapping his lean and warm arms around his shoulder until their middles pressed together in an embrace, all in one smooth motion. Their cheeks pressed together as he overheard his final sentiment "My hero".

His stunned and petrified arms unwound at the sound of it and skimmed around Syllke's thin waste and buried his face into the fabric at his shoulder. A muffled reply emerged from his shaken mouth "My pleasure, little warrior." he was sure he would not be able to look back into Syllke's face once they pulled apart, so instead he lingered there in their holding embrace.

When at last he pulled away his eyes immediately slipped to the counter and his newly accepted gift. "I'll come and check up on you. So it would be wise not to forget to take care of your injuries. Okay?" his voice was tender like a domesticated beast purring in his tamers palm. He had tortuously asked for them to meet again, to his great discomfort of such a request, but with the utter necessity it carried with it. His hand stroked the shell of the token, as he did.

He cleared his throat and straightened his slouching back, in a roll of his shoulders. “Like I said before, if I find you’ve neglected them, don’t expect such good-natured handling.”

by **Valkyrie** on September 18th, 2012, 6:44 pm

Syllke Skyglow :

Mara :

You Will Be Collected if Worthy

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