here’s an excerpt from a fic i’m still debating on finishing. please help me decide whether it’s worth continuing i am so bad at this
He doesn’t quite know when he began to associate home with her smile.
Perhaps it was when she’d saved him from the clutches of a vengeful, furious death. When her hands pressed life back into his bloodied, mangled corpse, the power of her magic grasping his fading sense of self and guiding it back with gentle hands. He was brought back from his watery grave with a burst of green light behind his eyes and the choked cry of her name on his tongue.
His first breath filled him with such a brilliant heat he thought that he was going to die all over again, overwhelmed by the sheer immensity of it. But then he saw her face– streaked with rainwater and tears and blood that he desperately prayed was none of her own. He felt her hands in his hair, against his collar bone, grounding him, healing him, saving him. She saw him looking back up at her, and she smiled.
Fjord decided right then and there that he would die happily to the blaze if it meant he’d get to see that smile again.
Perhaps it was then, surrounded by the rage of the sea, though in her arms he’d never felt safer– that he began to harbor such feelings.
Or, maybe it was earlier than that. Back when everything was fresh and new, and temptations of power were but occasional whispers within dreams, like the light hiss of receding seafoam against the shore.