pandoratheancient:

Pandora wondered at how un-hurt her eyes were after staring
into the fire so closely for so long. She remembered as a human staring at the
fires so hard, so lost in the thoughts that they fueled, that she had cried. Now
she was extremely close to the fires of the open hearth and had already been
running her fingers over the licking flams unburnt, even though Marius had
several times forbid her to do so. He hadn’t seen her doing it, he hadn’t looked
her way all morning. She turned to him now, sitting in one of his chairs,
staring down at a book but not reading it. He was trying to not go down before
the parents. He had shut himself away in the crypt of the Mother and Father so
long and so often now, that he hardly did anything else. They had already had
several fights about it. She told him how she understood unconditionally, but
also warned him that it could be not healthy, it could turn dark on him like quicksand
so undetectable and nearly inescapable. It depended on what he was thinking down
there, what he was feeling. And since he had the mind to keep all these sacred
and pleading thoughts to himself she had no way of helping him. She had wept at
his misunderstandings and his lack of trust in her. But still he went down to
be alone with Akasha and Enkil.  

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