~~
Blue skies are my favourite thing. Those clear, sunny days, when there’s not a cloud in sight, and all I can see for miles and miles is the deepest, richest blue that I’ve ever seen. I live for those days.
I think
he does, too, because those are always our most peaceful days—the days that I
insist on doing nothing, and drag him down to the nearest valley or field with
me. We lie in the grass, and we start up at the sky, and everything is perfect.
He
loves it. I know he does. He just would never admit it.
“Can we
go back, now?” he whispers in my ear. Which isn’t a hard thing to do, really,
as the side of my head is brushing up against his shoulder. I could hear him
breathing a few seconds ago, before he broke the silence with his annoying
question.
“Not
yet,” I whisper in reply. “Just a little longer.”
“But...it’s
boring.”
“It’s peaceful.”
“Yeah,
and ‘peaceful’ is boring.”
I sigh
and sit up. I open my mouth, about to protest, when a battle cry echoes through
the sky, interrupting me.
He sits
up beside me, alert, hand reaching for the blade lying on the ground beside
him. At least a dozen or so armed warriors come bursting out of the forest, the
silver metal of the blades glinting in the sunlight.
Of
course they would do this today. Of course.
“Come
on,” he says quickly. His hand is on my arm, now, hoisting me up and ushering
me backward. “Let’s go.”
Just
before we break into a run, though, I can’t help but smirk as I eye him. “What
did you just say about boring?”
He
doesn’t reply.
~~
Until later,
- Justyne
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