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he listens to her attentively, the words settling inside him, and the man sighs.
“ There are things I need to say, there is much you need to hear, about my guilt and my mistakes too. ” and there is within him a genuine fear that she will despise him,
This is the first time he has truly slept in years, without startles, without the sound of thunder in his ears, without feeling the water taking over his lungs.
all he feels is the warmth of his wife's body and her scent, and that's enough to leave him in peace.
They sleep, she thinks, trapped by the state of almost slumber, waking up several times at night to see if he still there by her side.
Still, as Lord Hypnos knows, is the better sleep she had in decades. His breath is lullaby to her restless mind.
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“ I'll take care of it later, just stay here, stay close. I'm afraid you'll disappear again.”
he watches her intently, every movement, every breath, fascinated and amazed, she is still the same, not an illusion, not a trick of the gods , but she, his wife.
The man leans on his improvised cane, trying to ease the pain in his leg, but when the boy runs up to him, the old sailor welcomes him with open arms.
at that moment he feels again the weight of the lost years.
“ my son . . . ”
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“that sounds like something you would say… our fates are intertwined.”
and they were, they always would be. he might not be the most persistent of men, but his heart and soul belonged to her, he was, among so many mistakes, beaten steel, the hammer blows did not shape him
"We are perfect for each other then. We both gave up, but we find ourselves together as it has to be. If anything, our fates are intertwined, and I am eternally grateful for it."
She says barely above a whisper while walking with him, step by agonizing slow step, to her home.
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He doesn't deserve her, he knows he doesn't, because he himself gave up, he gave up on going home, he gave up on living, he was scared and exhausted.
but she's here. she's embracing him and accepting him back, despite his mistakes. he doesn't deserve it, but...
"I don't care! You're here, you came back. I mourned you twice, I gave up, I do not deserve the sacrifice you must've endured to come back to my arms. But I never took another, you are the only warmth that can secure me amidst this cold existence. Do not apologize."
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His weapons were never drawn, because he would never be able to wield a blade at her, the memory of that siren, Citmene's face, the agony and the blood, he would never forget.
his fingers reach for her, and it's like the whole world is in place,
The spear falls to the ground in a muffled 'thud', lifting the sand up, dirtying their feets.
The night air is sharp, and she can't inhale it. Ctimene shakes like a leaf amidst the storm.
The physical sensation of his touch is overwhelming as the tears stream down her face.
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Her voice . . . was exactly as he remembered it, the same sweet sound that had lulled him through his lonely nights in Troy, and that face . . .
his hand reaches out, trying to touch her face, trembling in the air, the moment seems suspended.
This is a dream, she decides. It must be because her husband is there, in front of her.
She spent twenty years waiting for him, dreaming exactly this: her man being brought back to her by the sea, alive.
Time, however, made her resolve crumble. She lit fire to a shroud.
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the small boat reaches the shore, the sail torn and the man rows, slow and steady. he reaches the sand, and that is a relief, he needs time to stabilize himself, to feel the earth beneath his feet.
he hears footsteps, he has nothing but a knife and a makeshift spear,
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The wind blows strongly at night and the woods in the ceiling on her house rattle. She can not sleep for a second longer.
Heart beating faster, hands sweating, is like her body is waiting for something. She is strangely alert.
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@OutisPolytropos
this man, he looks familiar... the sailor doesn't know why, but when he docks on the beach of the small island the sight of the man makes him stop, his whole body on alert.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠthere are scars all over his body, patterns that resemble lightning bolts cutting from his face to his hip, his left eye is partially blind, he doesn't know how he got these scars, but he knows he almost died.ᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠhe looks at the small boat, uncertainty as he checks the mast, it looks ready to sail, but something in him still fears the sea, even if he can't remember what it is.ᅠ
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