Brelione//DruigxOC

a life worth living

warning: incredible vague (sexual?) content, slightly nsfw i suppose?

"serious question, do you have a mind of your own or do you just do whatever she wants you today?"
"oh as if you wouldn't, but you are too busy being arishems puppet to be anything else, i suppose."
the anticipation kept us together. the excitement of the wedding blocked out the tragedy of everything, all of us feared what was to come when this couldn't keep us together anymore. thinking past, knowing that it was likely that i would be taken again, forced into a new wave of madness that forced us all to stick together like we were always meant to.

and with my new found abilities eavesdropping has become second nature, ears curved as id listen to the conversations along the domo. my hearing couldn't reach far, only as far as the kitchen as everything else was beyond my reach. i'm sure that if i focused hard enough i could reach beyond, if i put my energy into taking in the words, feeling the fingertips against tables as they'd tap methodically. eyes shut, breath held id listen as they all seemed to speak silently of me, of how they were so very concerned that after the wedding i would be taken away again, forcing them all to stay together as they would care for me.

drawing in a deep breath as i listen, forcing myself to make not a single noise as i feel the pressure in my ears, forcing my hearing past the average ear. if i take a bird, if i place it just hidden enough that it remains out of sight but can still see, id be able to know every dirty secret that spills past their lips.

"ajak, you must tell me, have you caused this?"ikaris asks. he's in ajaks room, there's the sound of pen scratching against parchment, letting my breath out as i listen. "you aren't entitled to anything."ajak replies. she wouldn't do this to me. she couldn't. druigs warm hand comes to my bare back, light finger tips against my spine. "brel, don't do this, okay? you're going to worry yourself."he says gently, taking over my hearing. "i am serious, you're killling yourself."he says. frustration kicks in, trying to hold on to the sounds of ikaris and ajak.

"you cannot do this, not when you are at fault."is all i can hear him say before i lose the sound, huffing as i pull at my hair. the volumous white blanket feels cold against my skin, groaning as i move forward, stretching my back. "do you want to go for a late night swim, like old times?"he asks, fingertips dancing against my skin, thumb rubbing circles. there's something about his touch that's so relaxing, his presence alone i swear i could feel from a mile away. i let myself absorb his touch, the warmth, how gentle he is, how it makes a shiver run up my spine in the best way imaginable.

we both crave the feeling of the 400's, the time before time. when the world was covered in stories and limestone, sunsets and swans, beads intertwined in hair, seeds in the ground and growing flowers and food as far as our eyes could see. when things were as simple as waking up, walking around, laughs and swims, eye rolls and sleep. before true violence, before they evolved, before they used their minds for bad. back when they used their minds for math, philosophy and dancing. when they had so much to discover and didn't turn to a horrific series of trial and error that always ended in tragedy.

back when we still had undying faith in arishem and ourselves, when everything wasn't so complicated. and as horrific and saddening as it is, i miss the times in which druig and i weren't together. when we were constantly yearning, chasing eachother, quick glances, blushing smiles. i love him more than anything but back then i wasn't so afraid of our falling. that one day we wouldn't be together, we'd have to leave eachother. we are so far engraved in eachother that i don't believe we could live on our own. we have grown together, i guess it's scary in a way. from the side of the bed he retrieves his button up and my underwear, handing both to me as i get up.

the moonlight is bright enough that i can see the shine of my doorknob, the light glow of my everlasting plant making my shelf visible. the wedding isn't but for a few hours away, 14 hours at that. the cloth feels light and soft against my skin, pulling it shut as i intertwine the buttons. his hands come around my shoulders, relaxed as he places his head against the back of mine. "we'll always be here for you, whether we all split or not, you understand?"he asks. i cant help but lean against his touch, feeling his smile. when my shirt is buttoned and a kiss has been pressed to my head, druig pulling pants on. i can feel him grab something, a small object.