[narrow width=800]"en tiedä, sinikello," — i do not know, bluebellwas the thing that leapt over not where we must be! and wherever he is not! and lands onto her lips; lips she bit to forget that blue, heartbreakingly blue phantom kiss of his until she almost tasted blood and instead of going on at length the sotaherra hides away her own anguish in the plush arch of her ( and his – o, his, too, damn it all — ) child's neck as he had with her. would he grow a titan as well? "mutta nämä maat, tämä pilvisiini, on minun. harvat, jotka seuraavat minua, no ... me olemme pakkanen," — but these lands, this cloudrest, is my own. the few that follow me, well ...we are the peoples of frostchantfeels as if she could not taste these words or touch even a wisp upon asriel's head or look into his eyes without him being somewhere but continues to share in this tongue nonetheless.
and the gods she cannot help but resent.
but her mouth petals gingerly at his own salt-sorrow dried upon powdered cheeks, before pressing her moonshed brow to his basalt-blue to gaze with further quiet into his eyes. then: "tässä toivon johtavani sotaherrana ihmisten kanssa, jotka eivät pelkää ... sattumaa. löytää se, mitä et voi nimetä, ja nousta riskin yläpuolelle nähdäksesi oman kirkkautesi." — here is where i hope to lead as warlord, with people who are not fearful of ... chance, i suppose. finding what you cannot name, and rise above risk to see to your own glory...well, whatever glory meant to that wolf, of course; whether it was scaling the throat's ridges to its very peak, or even simple shepherding ( which was not as simple as she once believed, really ); if one knew their path in life, or wished to diverge from what had been set, then she hopes they would find it here.
but it would not be easy.
regardless, she lets the pink of her nose trace along the edge of one dark, wilted ear; nibbling with a tenderness long lost to the drowned mausoleum of what she'd been but now dredged up in the wake of asriel's arrival. and yet ...
"... toivon, ettemme koskaan eroa, mutta jos on muita, joiden kanssa haluaisit mieluummin kotiin, minä ... jos ..." — ...i wish that may we never part, but, if there are others you would rather home with, i... if ...trying, testing what she meant to say on a hesitant tongue, for she was still ensnared in disbelief; doubting her luck, and whether or not he had found a family in her stead and therefore preferred their company: "... no, minä ... en pidä sinua heiltä. ei voi, jos ... ne ovat sinun toiveesi." — ... well, i ...will not keep you from them. cannot, if ... they are your wish.[/narrow]
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