𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃

Where you want to hold his hand.
Impulsive the thought may be, your intentions are good.

♡

He was there every day before and after you had seen him.

He was always alone in a silence that stood thick between them. You wondered if he had decided against his godly duties or maybe he just didn't have anything to do. But you never spoke on those thoughts, you just let him be... for the most part. Although, occasionally your thoughts became impulsive words. But, he never saw it as insulting, you even found yourself checking on him to make sure he was in an all right condition, both to ease yourself and due to his careless behavior.

He'd always catch you staring and invite you for a conversation to which you had always agreed to — albeit acting slightly embarrassed having been caught watching him with.

"You don't have to be afraid to greet me." He said, an eased expression calming your nerves as you approached him. You and him had often met within a field of grass and blooming cecilias, the atmosphere was warm in spite of the chilling wind. "Am I too scary for you?" He pondered tauntingly, eyes swirling with a knowing delight as you took your place beside him for the nth time this week. "No, not at all." You spoke calmly, shaking your head. "In fact you're more welcoming than anything." You argued with a shrug, this caught his attention and he tilted his head. He was curious as to what you thought of him now, and he wanted to know you better. "Really? How so?"

"You never have a crease in your expression to tell me otherwise." You raised a hand to point at his face, his eyes following your hand before a subtle smile broke out across his face. "You don't have a harsh tone or quality that would make me fear you." You said, his eyes averting elsewhere momentarily. "And despite being alone, you don't seem entirely against it — it's like you cherish the peace you can gain from the silence. Has the world been too loud for you?"

"Oh, but it's quieter with you here." He said, partially without thinking but showed no embarrassment towards his honest thought.

On the other hand, you had lost your words. A look of shock gracing your features, soft lips parting, gentle eyes widening, he thought it was rather funny, but said nothing. "I see..." You managed to mutter, eyes averting to something else — hoping that your lack of attention would calm your heated face. Quite frankly, you didn't believe yourself to be a comfort — sometimes you were too loud, and others, too quiet...

"You're not as bad as you think."

"What makes you think I thought that!?" You quickly said. Noticing his teasing smile, you only took the comment lightly, though crossed your arms with a pout of protest. "Nothing, nothing." He smiled happily beside you, his hands covered in white bandages, tattered with the faintest crimson and dark ash.

You stared at his flat palms, his ivory fingers looking cold and pale from an unknown cause. You stared at them before glancing aside, the white wrapping around his fingers seemed uncomfortable and you could only imagine what caused him to wrap himself in thin sheets of white.

"May I hold your hand?" You questioned softly, clearing your throat to do away with the thought and maybe forget the strange words falling from your lips. His silence was enough to make you go entirely red, he didn't respond for a few seconds and that alone made you want to disappear. The thought emerged from a breath in your ear, a whisper provoking you into a hope of comforting him.

You didn't know if he needed it, but you hoped to relieve him for a few moments.

"You don't even have to ask!" He wouldn't show embarrassment and believed he shouldn't let you feel bad for asking. So, with a cheery eagerness, he reached for your hand and gripped it tightly, intertwining your fingers with his and placing them against his thigh. His wings fluttered, a joy in his chuckle and movements that made you shy.

Slightly squeezing your hand, he dragged his thumb across yours own, enticed by the touch of your warm skin across his. He wouldn't say anything, but he was elated by this experience; he was happy with your presence itself, and now you felt closer than ever. There was an overwhelming happiness brought with your touch, and soon enough, he decided everyday onward should be similar to this.

♡

Your hands are like rays of harsh sun
Though, I'm not afraid to get close
I cherish the burns you give me
They are scars that prove
you were once in my life.