giddy

Giddy. Like a schoolgirl. They were holding hands as they walked the grounds of the building. The sky was filling up with darkness. He was smiling. His heart was content. Finally. No more cliches. No more pithy quotes. No more worries. It just was. It’s hard to explain that feeling in words. None can describe it. You can explain anger or joy or envy or laughter. You can not explain love. It’s different every time. Flowers that he had not noticed before were growing on the grounds. Had they been there before? No. He was certain they hadn’t. There was silence other than their steps. It seemed odd, off. Then he realized, the low incessant humming which he had attributed to the stone. That was gone. He could smell the greenery and something deeper. Before he had only smelt rot and madness. He could taste it in the air. He felt the ground welcoming him with each step. Welcoming them. It was as if the mansion were healing. Even as the sky above them was dark ending, stone clouds forming in the distance, even as the world was being rent apart, he felt that this place was healing. She felt the power here that she had felt at the sites. Maybe this was one of the epicenters. Had it once been a forest, she asked Hur. He shook his head. He didn’t know. Giddy. That’s what he felt. As he clasped her hand in his. As they walked and as she told him of her journey. He kept staring at her face and almost tripping. It was worth it. She would laugh with childish delight. None of the rest of it seemed to have mattered. Not at all. They were here. He sighed as his mind turned to other thoughts. Soon they would have to run. An angry hissing from inside his head, why run. Why not stay and fight? He thought over it carefully and looked at her. He didn’t know how to fight what was comin- no, he did. He knew. The stone had shown him some things. He wasn’t sure he trusted it. But he felt with a certainty that it was the way. He kept looking at her, drinking her all in, but he wouldn’t want to risk her. To have her be hurt. He didn't think he could bear that. So run they would. Should he tell her? He did. He told her everything. She believed him about the stone but said she didn’t remember seeing it. Maybe they were each attracted to certain things. Maybe their powers and sight were limited. Made sense. He told her what he had not told her before. He didn’t want to start this, whatever this was, on a lie, or on the back of some half truths. He wanted it to be pure and honest and clean. She understood. She agreed with him. They would run. So as the sun set, and clouds rumbled. As the shadow rajah hurtled towards the mansion, the two turned their backs to it and continued their adventure. Now united as one.