i don't think we should be alone together

---

war was never something kalon was afraid of. he was a strategist, a great mind who could weigh the risks and find the benefits of every move his regiment made. kal was able to imagine the various outcomes and estimate the troops he'd unfortunately lose. kalon knew sacrifice was a central piece to winning a war, even if it sunk a knife into his heart with each face he lost. he was a man with a bleeding heart, and bleed it did.

kalon was still in slumber's warm embrace somewhere in the world, but while he slept, he was allowed to explore the dream world that opened before him. rolling slopes of green spread around him, plains grass dancing with the gentle breeze that moved over the land. clusters of wildflowers dotted the green expanse, vaguely reminding him of the meadow his regiment found during a scouting mission. all it needed were his troops.

the herculean man rose to unsteady legs as he looked around, his citrusy scent covering him like a blanket. it soothed his wandering thoughts and gave back his surefooted confidence. he was a captain, a leader and this experience would not get the better of him.

---

for @Saira

the staff team luvs u

This content is not visible to non-members.

the staff team luvs u

---

kalon felt his legs tremble after some of time of disuse, the muscles in his shoulders and hips screamed in protest with every step he took. however something behind him sang to kal like a siren, pulling him from his desired expedition. the man paused mid-step, his head craning to look behind him. but upon seeing what he could called perfection, his mind erased any notion of leaving from his thoughts. she was, beautiful. but he wasn't sure how she had managed to appear in his dream. kalon could not recall ever meeting her, in this life or the past, so who was she?

seeing her nestled in the space he had left made his chest tighten, a feeling kalon hadn't experienced in a very long time. she reminded him of someone from before, but the memory eluded him—always just out of reach, but close enough to brush his fingers against.

“are you awake?” he asked softly, almost afraid of scaring the woman. whiskey-colored eyes studied her with interest, noting the steady rise and fall of her side. she was alive, but perhaps still asleep? kal couldn't decide if he wanted to wait at her side until she decided to grace him with her attention or leave her to her slumber. with a soft hum, the man decided to sit some paces away and wait for the strange woman to acknowledge him.

---

the staff team luvs u