Brelione//DruigxOC

hypothermia

when the night ends, it's not one without an almost uncomfortable amount of attention from the artists. it's not that i don't adore them and their work because i do, it's just the way that they view the world that seems to place an unholdable weight on my body. because i know the way i see it, how i look at things from all angles, watch the way peoples faces move when they speak, the way they stand, how they look at people. because the way they look at me isn't like how others look at me, the way they see me might affect the future of humanity.

that's what i am, a tool to move humanity forward. when i deep in conversation with them, one translated by druig who stands with his fingertips against my collarbones, body pressed against my back as he watched my hands move. as they ask me about my abilities, how it feels, how it works, i'm forced to remind myself that they will die one day. and for the first time, i almost feel envious of the humans. they're only here for a second of time, one where they meet people that will live with them until death, one where they can do whatever they want.

they feel amazed, excited, bewildered by our existence. shaking with excitement as i hold out my arm, allowing a sculptor to feel her fingertips against my suit, the fabric, the accents. it's that guilt coming again, knowing that the others and i will live through everything. but this feeling, the one that i dread, it disappears as the sculptor smiles, saying it's terrific. she wants to see my powers, adding quickly that she only wants to see if i'm alright with it. this, this gives me that excitement that i crave so bad.

moving my hands, setting one above the dirt, moving my hand in a way that almost resembles a current. the dirt separates, a stem like a hand reaching upwards, splitting as an orchid comes to life. the gasps from the artists put a blush on my cheeks, plucking the plant and handing it to the youthful artist. druig and i, we are the last of the eternals left at the party, the fires dying down to embers on the verge of death, the songs calming to low hums and soft taps against drums.

brilliant time we've had, but the night has died. move far in life, artists. i hope to see you again.

druig repeats it, leading to the lowering of the artists heads as they nod, thanking me. druig and i leave, walking in a silence until we've approached the mass of land that houses the domo under its surface. "do you enjoy it here?"he asks, hands moving as he speaks. he spoke to me last week, asking me how i preferred it, how i wanted him to communicate. i've never had anyone ask me that before, sitting as i tried to figure out a response. he watched me, not with any expectancy, letting me gather my thoughts.

it's the way that he understands me, not forcing responses, not repeating what he's said when it takes me long to answer. it's the respect that he treats me with that sends me into agony, one that's caused by how much i love him. it's dangerous, terrifying how an emotion can become so strong so fast. it's grown slowly but surely over the years, becoming increasingly stronger in the last seven days after being forced back so long.

it was knowing that i was finally allowed to show the feelings so openly, that everything i had pushed back rushed to the surface and erupted like a volcano. and brilliantly so it has seemed to go both ways, both of us so obsessed with eachother that ajak could feel it. literally and figuratively, approaching us one night as we sat in the dimly lit main room, our charcoal scratching against thick paper as we scribbled out poetry that invaded our minds during the late night. she told us, if we ever want to get married, that we have her full and total blessing. and to that i nearly found myself in tears.

when druig asked me, how i wanted to be spoken to, i felt that type of joy that's rare, uncommon and difficult to find. i told him that i love the sound of his voice too much, that it's one of my favorite sounds in the universe and one of my favorite colors too. he couldn't even look at me afterwards, skin too pink and eyes too squinted in a smile. he just nodded, not saying anything else.