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“If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?”

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

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Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.

Reyna Biddy (via stay-close)

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“Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time than we hoped for. It’s sad, but it’s life.”

— Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You

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“Maybe I’m getting tired – I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” May 1919

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I’m learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

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If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.

k.b // by jerry flowers jr

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— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

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It was strange, how one place could hold so very many similar memories; awaiting his mother, awaiting his brother, awaiting his love - - all situations he had felt both anxiety and excitement within. He'd always worried for their health, but looked forward to seeing them once more; but it was strange, he thought, that those times never once overlapped. Cyvel had only ever needed to wait for Guerrique long after his mother had passed, and he'd only waited for Ro' after Guerrique had gone, too - - - he only hoped there would not be another sad chapter in that tale.

But this was a new chapter in his life and he had to remember that - - and now, it was time that he made his first memory of himself leaving the airship landing - a feat he never thought would be possible given his anxiety; with Ro by his side, however, his excitement far outweighed his worries.

"She hated being away from us for too long-" He murmured, watching an airship take its approach from some ways off; "...I fell out of contact with my aunt and her family. When I tried to find them by reaching out - - I found that she had died some few years after my mother and that her family had moved elsewhere."

He shakes his head, finds his anxiety growing the more the airship approached and thus he holds onto his loves hand ever tighter;

"...I know it sounds silly but--- please don't let go--- while we're flying, that is---"

It had been so long - so long since he had stepped beyond Ishgard's gates, so long since he had felt as light as he did that very moment. A deep part of him always yearned for adventure, for freedom - a freedom he did not allow himself with what memories shot despair deep into his very soul. He had promised he was okay, promised he would be strong, for the very star, for Cyvel. It was oft so hard...

With Cyvel by his side, however, that weight and darkness lifted. He felt akin to his early days when the most he had to worry of were basic monsters and bandits in his path. Of course he had no intention to follow that old path for it proved too dangerous for Cy, but he truly realized as they made their ways down the stairs that he had missed so much as following unknown paths to find secluded spaces or running against the wind to fulfill basic tasks.

On their way through their home he took pause only to swiftly snatch his lance from its place upon a wall, the blade long since polished but utterly unused for moons. A smile brightened his expression as he turned to Cy.

"Even on the lightest of adventures, 'tis best to bring protection," he pointed out and hurried out the door alongside his beloved.

He knew the path well, one he had run, walked, trotted many a time in both recent moons and long ago. Likely he could run it blindfolded and in a way he did, his eyes caught by Cyvel more so than the road. So much so was he distracted that he caught that small, saddened look fall over his face even before Cy spoke. Rothalion stopped next to him, squeezing his hand gently and stepping closer. He stood up on his tiptoes, free hand reaching up to rest a finger upon Cyvel's chin to turn his head to face him. He then stole a quick kiss, bumping their noses together affectionately.

"I was ever so excited to see you every time you came to wait for me as well, I can only imagine the excitement and pride your mother felt those days," he murmured, smiling gently.

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You're not alright, Cyvel wanted to say, but chose to bite his tongue and remain silent on the matter. 'T was hardly worth arguing over, for the poet could see the truth before his eyes and he decided to focus entirely on Stephan's wellbeing as opposed to specifics.

He takes his hands, brushed his thumbs 'pon the backs of fingers and makes certain to hold on tightly as he lead him outdoors. It was naught short of abysmally cold, the beginnings of heavy snowfall falling from the heavens - - and thus Cyvel focused on getting Stephan homeward as soon as he was able.

"Come... let us not linger in this weather long." They'd only catch a chill and they both could do without such, thus Cyvel's guidance was swift and careful 'pon patches of ice.

'T was naught short of relief when his gloveless hand pressed against the beauteously sanded surface of the door, forcing it open to take the other within its warmth. Indeed, the inside of the Montrohain manor appeared much different than when Cyvel's father was alive - - much brighter, decorated with happier colours, hearths perfectly lit and kept warm- an inviting space that the poet hoped would radiate a homeliness.

He keeps a hold of Stephan's hand as he leads him silently upstairs, past the first floor and up to the second where Cyvel's own quarters were nested within the roof space; somewhere he had adored as his own since he was but only a very young child.

"Would you like a hot bath first--?" He questions, knowing he had some baggy clothing somewhere that his company would be more than welcome to change into; it would likely be a little short in the leg but... well, it wasn't like they were going out anywhere in it, it didn't matter too much.

As he takes pause in the centre of his room, he raises a hand upward to brush gently against the other's cheek, hoping that perhaps small comforts would aid him onward.

He didn't remember, a block thrown in his mind leaving naught but the sensation of cold in his memories to how he even reached the Manufactory. He flinched, looking away.

"I am alright," he lied desperately with a mutter. He felt still that numbness at the very edge of his mind, or was it but the cold that gnawed through flesh to the very bone? The softest of sighs slithered from lips, eyes downcast; he did not wish for Cyvel to worry so much about him. No, far more suffered far worse than he - Stephanivien knew he would be fine come the morn as there was little choice. He could do it, put on a smile when left utterly hollow.

"I apologize for worrying you so, dear. All shall be well come the morn..." I hope. He began to stand, yet even as he did he reached out to take Cyvel's hand in his own. He squeezed, the very tightness of his grasp spelling out his desperation for something - closeness, reassurance. Although he worried for Cyvel he just as much desired the safety and warmth the poet provided, even refusing to move too far away from Cyvel.

The barest of smiles touched the corners of his mouth, dull eyes flicking to meet Cy's gaze.

"That sounds nice... I would like that very much," he admitted quietly. He glanced towards the door, a small shiver running through him; he had forgotten his coat at the Manor in his stupor. "Alas... I fear I do not recall the path to your home. You will need to lead the way, if you are alright with this?"

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Frankly, Cyvel was so overwhelmed by the beauty and colour he saw ahead of him that he could scarce form a complete thought or sentence. The further they stepped along the dock, the more he seemed to find to look at - and he was drawn in to every single sight with such immense interest that he knew it would take him much time to settle and fully take it all in.

"Aye, shopping---" His words, and his love''s, were barely acknowledged for a moment and with another spent processing does he finally turn to Ro and give a genuine nod of agreement. Seeing what there was to purchase bought a bright smile to his expression, the very idea of being able to take something home with him bringing much joy. A little place of somewhere else... perhaps he would have to do the same for places all over their dear planet.

Cyvel held on tighter to his loves hand as they continued into the city, the idea of purchasing clothes that would allow them to soak further into the culture bought the brightest of smiles to his expression. There was nothing more he would enjoy than soaking as much of his surroundings in as he physically could.

"Oh... I would love that so very much." He breathed, evidently excitable. "I wonder if any of it would suit me..."

"Well then!" There was cheer in his very voice as he stepped forward, hand lowering to take Cyvel's as he began to walk along the dock. "There's plenty to see, but Kugane is most known for its trade. Mayhap we shall visit the market, yes? Anything you desire you can have, and perhaps with some shopping done our stomachs will settle from the voyage enough to enjoy a local meal?" he suggested, squeezing Cy's hand gently.

While Rothalion had been the Kugane on and off throughout his journeys, he had hardly found time to truly indulge in the culture of the city. Bright colours brought further life to a city buzzing with activity, Ro turning his head to peer towards the crowds of people dotting the docks and even sat within the large building within their path. He hummed thoughtfully ere turning to Cyvel.

"Mayhap we may even find a change of clothes here, something to truly allow us to experience the culture," he added with a playful wink ere he once more tugged Cyvel to follow.

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People will love you, people will hate you, and none of it will have anything to do with you.

Abraham Hicks (via perfectquote)

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Too often, the only escape is sleep.

Charles Bukowski (via thehopefulquotes)

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You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.

Beau Taplin, The Promise (via quotefeeling)

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