The crack and cacophony of the storm rolled over his head, battling with itself in light and noise much in the same way a Krayt raged and shifted through the dunes of sand on Tatooine. Brilliant explosions, arcing yellows, blues, violets and scorched crimsons tore across the sky and smashed into the rolling froth as it collided with the shore stretched out before him. Beautiful in its own rights, terrifying in its own prospects.
“Thousands of branches, sprung out slovenly in their jagged splendor. Destructive power beyond comprehension packed into a natural phenomenon that remains heavensbound, except on the grand occasion where supplicants split downward like so many stars spiraling from their place in the nebulous black.”
That age-old crackling in his heart, like a seedling rippling to burst and explode outwards. A feral craving to break that age-old seal and undo the dressing on wounds that would never fade. Never heal. Holes bored into his very spirit with malice and rage, flooding every sense with a sharpness beyond that which was natural, encumbering his mind. Quelled in a moment of clarity as his nostrils flared outwards, wind buffeting his front like the flapping of wings from a bird beyond comprehension.
“You could remain like this forever, you know?” it whispered eloquently in his ear. A phantom kissed the back of his ear, arms wrapping delicately around his shoulders as a weightless presence made itself weighted. A crackle of violent overhead, the petrichor and ozone flooding his nostrils. “You’re a hero, whether you like it or not. No matter your insistency on self-damnation. You would rather trudge through a thousand fields of war with nothing but your bare fists to spare even two people of this fate you’ve resigned to- but you don’t need to. You could rest with me- but you won’t.”
The sensation was like that of a scab shattering from the inside outwards. Rather than being picked away or scraped off, an explosion of inner pressure shattered- but the pieces remained firmly in place, tethered and pulled downwards with steel will. In somethings there was no give, no yield. To bend to it would be a defeat, to accept that supposed omnipresent entity which clamored and raked at the tarping which covered his spirit, wound and wrapped tightly. Forbidden from entering.
“You’ve been seeing things. Hearing things. Hearing me. It’s been a blur, hasn’t it? Shifting so much like this storm around you, between brilliant flashes of what’s real obscured by dark clouds of uncertainty.” It clawed at his nape, feminine fingers wrapping around his neck as he remained without flinch or reaction. Nails raked across his Adam’s apple, settling on his clavicle warmly. Soft, like silk, without a single callous or mar, pale as moonlight. "The very fact that I am here is testament to your desires. Your passions. Your yearnings. You could be like them, so great- so strong. They crush worlds with such a casual callousness. You’ve seen it, I’ve seen it- how their squabbles overshadow and forget that beneath them, as if stepping on ants of no consequence- except each ant is a person. Families, fathers, mothers, children, brothers, sisters- splattered. Ruined"
“It needn’t be that way, Ambrose”
That soft delicate place of lips against the side of his neck jolted his entire body as he remained paralyzed there. His eyes were enraptured by the violent displays of plasma smashing into froth-laden waves. Waves crashing into the sand and rocks of the outcropping of this particular island, eroding quickly what little shoreline existed with a vehemence. His nostrils flared softly, a chill taking his form as the frigid rain seeped against his skin through the plain cloth of his suit. His mechanical hand slowly rose upwards, fingers reflexively opening and closing asynchronously in an unconscious test, feeling the wind blast against the microsensors in his palm and digits callously. It felt like the idea of cold, the false nerves sending illusory signals to his arm via the cybernetic connection.
“You could be my glorious champion. Free, wings full of wind and talons like lightning.”
A nipping of teeth at the corner of his ear as a dappling of warm breath scattered across his damp skin temptingly in the tempest. A fluttering of glittering, golden locks trimmed the peripherals of his vision.
"You’re a hero. My hero. Find me whenever you need me, and I’ll take you in my arms like this time and time again. You deserve nothing less, for a mere man with the courage and strength to stand against Revan with bare fists and a rifle."
A shock to his system as he startled awake, eyes fluttering rapidly as he sucked in air to his chest with surprise. Looking downwards, he found himself clothed only in a pair of loose sweat pants, the warm weight of a person pressed against his chest, in a mussed mess of hair. Reaching behind his ear with a sigh, he rubbed at a sensation like electricity on his skin.
His hand came away with the faint traces of onyx black lipstick, a whisper tickling his ear drum.
“I love you, my thunderbird…”
“Come back to me, soon…”
He shuddered. Chewing his tongue, a deep breath as he suppressed the coiling sensation in his stomach. Begging to rip loose. He would be better than that.
For now, at least.
