This is how a heart breaks (part I)
Elation suffused him as he opened his eyes on the darkling trees of the strange, fey glade where the others came together to converse with one another from afar. He’d managed to come here again; almost managed to master the trick of appearing there.
“I did it again…”
Delighted, exuberant laughter bubbled from his lips, inordinately pleased with such a tiny, meaningless victory. Even such small things were wonderful to him, because each thing was new and beautiful to him. Each thing he saw showed him more that he had not before seen, revealed itself to him, and each time something new came to him, the frustration of not knowing eased bit by bit.
“Did what?”
The voice startled him into the realization that this time he hadn’t appeared alone in this place, and within him something warmed to the sound of the voice, without thought. The part of him that was Sidhe fairly pulsed with an overwhelming emotion that he didn’t know, spurring him to turn faster to face the source of the voice.
The urging came with an image, a face rising to the fore of his mind; sun touched skin, dark hair with just a hint of curl, eyes as blue as a summer sky, so impossibly blue and beautiful, leaning close to him…an image from his past? Was this…who…..
The face that confronted him, harsh lines graven at the corners of his mouth and eyes, a witches’ lock at his brow, shocked eyes roiling with storm clouds…so familiar and yet not. ‘Here...here is the rest of the harmony, to complete your melody....’ crowed the Sidhe, joy overriding the terror his human counterpart felt at this onslaught of alien emotion. Was this…terrible overwhelming warmth...love? Oh how it burned him…consumed them both…the need to rush across the intervening space, leaping whatever might lie in their path, to wrap their arms around him and kiss him until the world and all it’s frustrating secrets faded away to nothing.
He nearly stepped forward until the whispered word escaped those beautiful lips, a bare sound so filled with hope, terror, and heartache stopped him where he stood.
“...Sin?”
That name. That name that Marie had called him when asserting that he was her twin, just before she’d proven it with the depths of her soul. A proving that had shocked her as much as he, but that had driven the Sidhe within him mad with terror, thrusting it away with a loathing unmatched by any other thing he felt...except this love...so old and so new…so right and so wrong, exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
‘Not Sin. Not me. That isn’t me. That was never me...’
Resignation rose, the Sidhe’s emotion, overwhelming all else as he asserted himself and somehow managed to give the impression of watching his human half with an expression both stern and not unkind.
'We know better. We must face this, too.'
The frustration returned, redoubled by all the things he half remembered, half-knew, but completely felt. Why did he feel these things for this stranger? Why ....
“I did it again…”
Delighted, exuberant laughter bubbled from his lips, inordinately pleased with such a tiny, meaningless victory. Even such small things were wonderful to him, because each thing was new and beautiful to him. Each thing he saw showed him more that he had not before seen, revealed itself to him, and each time something new came to him, the frustration of not knowing eased bit by bit.
“Did what?”
The voice startled him into the realization that this time he hadn’t appeared alone in this place, and within him something warmed to the sound of the voice, without thought. The part of him that was Sidhe fairly pulsed with an overwhelming emotion that he didn’t know, spurring him to turn faster to face the source of the voice.
The urging came with an image, a face rising to the fore of his mind; sun touched skin, dark hair with just a hint of curl, eyes as blue as a summer sky, so impossibly blue and beautiful, leaning close to him…an image from his past? Was this…who…..
The face that confronted him, harsh lines graven at the corners of his mouth and eyes, a witches’ lock at his brow, shocked eyes roiling with storm clouds…so familiar and yet not. ‘Here...here is the rest of the harmony, to complete your melody....’ crowed the Sidhe, joy overriding the terror his human counterpart felt at this onslaught of alien emotion. Was this…terrible overwhelming warmth...love? Oh how it burned him…consumed them both…the need to rush across the intervening space, leaping whatever might lie in their path, to wrap their arms around him and kiss him until the world and all it’s frustrating secrets faded away to nothing.
He nearly stepped forward until the whispered word escaped those beautiful lips, a bare sound so filled with hope, terror, and heartache stopped him where he stood.
“...Sin?”
That name. That name that Marie had called him when asserting that he was her twin, just before she’d proven it with the depths of her soul. A proving that had shocked her as much as he, but that had driven the Sidhe within him mad with terror, thrusting it away with a loathing unmatched by any other thing he felt...except this love...so old and so new…so right and so wrong, exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
‘Not Sin. Not me. That isn’t me. That was never me...’
Resignation rose, the Sidhe’s emotion, overwhelming all else as he asserted himself and somehow managed to give the impression of watching his human half with an expression both stern and not unkind.
'We know better. We must face this, too.'
The frustration returned, redoubled by all the things he half remembered, half-knew, but completely felt. Why did he feel these things for this stranger? Why ....