[It's beginning to settle, like fine sand in the grain of a stinging wound, what Cy means and the gravity in his decision. Those lips are a warm graze across the backs of knuckles, not a gesture he will ever take for granted in its soft allowance, the evocation of intimacy and affection. It dawns on him â less a flood of daylight than a slow, creeping slant of a sunbeam, illuminating darker corners held in reserve, forgotten, for so much of his life.
Persephone, if he recalls correctly, is the goddess of spring according to Greek mythology. So it feels like Cy has done to him â put down roots, new growth in a soil previously cold and barren. The emotion fills him to the brim; he cannot speak past it, at first. He knows what it is and what it means. He's felt it before, yet this intensity is greater and more magnified, because for once he is unthreatened by an abrupt dismissal or departure. The fear still exists; he thinks it always will, but Cy has laid a foundation of trust down for him and so the impulse to run is muted.
He's already been acting out this feeling for Cy in so many ways without words, but the vulnerability of pitching it into the open is difficult. Only because of what Cy has said is he able to do it. Only because of all of their conversations to this point does he reach for that bravery. Sitting further upright, squeezing braided fingers in desperation for an anchor, face a scrawl of severe sentiment â]
I love you.
[The words are a declaration: æããĻã. They are not meant lightly, reflected in the graveness of their telling, a solemnity touched by all the loss and grief behind him.]
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Date: 2024-03-12 05:38 pm (UTC)Persephone, if he recalls correctly, is the goddess of spring according to Greek mythology. So it feels like Cy has done to him â put down roots, new growth in a soil previously cold and barren. The emotion fills him to the brim; he cannot speak past it, at first. He knows what it is and what it means. He's felt it before, yet this intensity is greater and more magnified, because for once he is unthreatened by an abrupt dismissal or departure. The fear still exists; he thinks it always will, but Cy has laid a foundation of trust down for him and so the impulse to run is muted.
He's already been acting out this feeling for Cy in so many ways without words, but the vulnerability of pitching it into the open is difficult. Only because of what Cy has said is he able to do it. Only because of all of their conversations to this point does he reach for that bravery. Sitting further upright, squeezing braided fingers in desperation for an anchor, face a scrawl of severe sentiment â]
I love you.
[The words are a declaration: æããĻã. They are not meant lightly, reflected in the graveness of their telling, a solemnity touched by all the loss and grief behind him.]