nerdstuff1994 reblogged
From both perspectives
His arms tightened, and when his voice came again it was desperate. “Your name…”
I twisted, trying to look at him, but his arms held me fast. “If it really means that much to–”
“…is Cassie.”
I just sat there for a second, unmoving. And then I did turn, having to fight his hold. And when I did–
His eyes were emerald. Not green, not jade, but pure emerald, shining in the darkness like a light was behind them. Because one was.
Soul light.
I felt like crying and laughing all at once. He was finally here, the person I’d chase through centuries of time. Only to arrive too late.
“Tell me! That is your name?” Pritkin looked like my name was important. Like it was the most important thing in the world. Like it was something he’d clung to, through whatever personal storm he’d been living all this time.
Ride the storm, page 574.
He’d tried to form words, tried so hard, knowing he didn’t have much time, but wanting to know: how she’d found him, how she’d travelled so far, why she’d risked it. But he couldn’t seem to speak. All he could do was stare at her dumbly, the strange light from outside staining her blonde hair pink, her dress blowing against her body, the sparks reflected in her eyes. And her name … what was her name? His scrambled brain had searched and searched for the answer, like it was a lifeline, like it was the most important thing in the world. And to him, right then, it had been.
But he couldn’t remember, not until she started to cry, silently, almost stoically, tears slipping down her exhausted, dirty face as she stared at the carnage outside. And, suddenly, he knew. “Cassie,” he’d said hoarsely. “Your name is Cassie.”
Snippet from Siren’s Song.
To emphasize:
Like it was the most important thing in the world. Like it was something he’d clung to, through whatever personal storm he’d been living all this time.
like it was a lifeline, like it was the most important thing in the world. And to him, right then, it had been.
