Chaol Westfall had never known love before. A four-letter word was as unknown to him as the lands of Doranelle and the lengths of the sky. Perhaps more. Sure he loved Dorian; he loved the king of Adarlan, enough to match his own life, however, the former Captain had never experienced the type of love that was a synonym for passion or the one he could write on the stars or make him feel like he could conquer the world. He had never felt love turn his soul into flames and stop his heart; make his mind go blank in the cut of a second and his body search for it like it was the only thing that could keep him alive and breathing and standing. Chaol wished he had that type of love to call his and be theirs.
And in Antica he hadn't had enough time to tell what was happening before the walls he had rebuilt started to crack when he saw himself being pulled closer and closer to the brown-skinned healer with a dark mist of gold and brown hair like she was the center of gravity - the only thing holding him down, feet on the ground and eyes on hers, it had been already what some say, too late. But Chaol Westfall would say it had been too soon; soon enough for him to try to stop the storm that was right above him. And when she curled her lips in a smile he had learned to paint on his own, and her eyes sparkled and the time stopped around them, Yrene was still the only thing still strapping his body to Earth. With each kiss, smile, and unspoken words, Chaol Westfall understood what love felt like.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Trono de Vidro - Pequenos Contos
FanfictionApenas algumas coisas que escrevo quando estou inspirada. Todas as estórias aqui foram baseadas no universo e nos personagens da autora Sarah J. Maas, portanto, apenas as ideias são minhas.
