Willingly Into Your Trainwreck

“My ribs hurt.” Moonflower noted.

Wolf stared at her through unreadable eyes. “That’s because you’ve been sobbing hysterically for two hours straight.”

Memories of her recent grief hit Moonflower like a wave of nausea. Discomforting, bathed in odd blue light. She shuddered.

“I remember.” though she didn’t want to. Absently, she reached for Wolf’s hand. “I failed. I failed them all.”

Strong hands, roughened with work yet gentle with tenderness, grasped hers. Wolf pulled her to face him.

His blue eyes, like flaming ice, compelled her attention, keeping it on him as he spoke.

“You failed, yes. But you did everything you could. You exerted your full strength to help them, but it wasn’t enough. There was no dishonour in this failure, Moonflower.” Wolf ended on her name, softening the word like an endearment.

Moonflower’s eyes filled with tears. “This wasn’t about honour. This is something I should have seen, prevented! How can they call me their leader if I’ve just proven I cannot handle my responsibilities?”

Wolf’s intense gaze finally broke. His eyes fell to their entwined hands. “They cannot.” he said simply. Moonflower’s shuddering gasp prompted him to continue, to talk so that she wouldn’t have to in her current state of pain. “You’ve been demoted. Lizette will lead in your place from now on.”

Moonflower’s shoulders slumped. “At least there’s that.” she said with a broken smile on her face. “At least they’re in good hands. Lizette is a more powerful woman than I.”

Wolf’s hands tightened around hers. “I’m afraid I must disagree with you on that last statement. Lizette has not your sensitivity, nor your intuition. She is an excellent leader yes, but you are unparalleled in your own way.”

Moonflower laughed mirthlessly. “Careful there. You sound like you’re worshipping me.”

“I am.” Wolf suddenly cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to his. “I do.”

Moonflower closed her eyes as fresh tears began to spill down her face. She leaned her forehead against Wolf’s, drawing strength from him. “I’m sorry.” she told him.

“Hey, now.” with gentle-rough fingers, Wolf wiped away her tears. He then planted an impossibly soft kiss on her cheek. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry you have to put up with this.” eyes still closed, she gestured to herself. Tired, tearful and discouraged by failure. Wolf still failed to look beyond how unchangeably beautiful she was. “You’ve said yourself that you wouldn’t be here if not for me. So, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for dragging you into my trainwreck.”

“Moonflower. You most assuredly did not drag me anywhere.” Wolf kissed her other cheek just as tenderly as the first. “I walked into your trainwreck of my own free will. And I’m staying with you. Until you directly order me to leave you, I will be here.” this time, his kiss landed on her lips. Brief, gentle, chaste, as if afraid of inhibiting her tear-choked breathing, he pulled away quickly to meet her wide eyes. “I’ll be right here, Moonflower.”

Written August 17th 2020 by Helen C. Viorel

Artwork by cocoparisienne


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