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It is Highsummer, and the world is golden, bright and bursting with life, all draped in the sun's glow. All is golden, except for him. He is Fire, hot and passionate, true to his name, and you are nothing but a moth in his light. He extends a hand, and you accept, pulling him close, dancing freely now. He starts to lead, but soon the script changes, and you take over, trading back and forth as the music ebbs and flows. Distant, someplace in your conscious, you know Wulf is watching. You know he won’t mind, and you throw your head back, laughing. Free. Free, and burning, as you dance out of the crowd and into the woods.
There is no one to catch you here, no one to watch as your dance slows from a blaze to an ember, and from an ember into a coal. You are young, and invincible. You are a prodigy, and this is your moment. The forest is cool, and dark, and you cannot bear to pull away from him. He is still so warm, always so warm. You do not need words when you look at him, when you dance with him. You know each other all too well, and it isn’t even a surprise when he tilts your chin up. His eyes are sparkling and in a soundless moment, his lips meet yours, drinking you in. You grin, and pull him down by the collar, kissing more fervently, wanting to taste every breath he has to give.
The silence is broken by the crack of a branch, and you start, only to realise that it’s only Wulf.
“It took you long enough…” he signs, smiling softly, hands trembling ever so slightly.
“Ja, well... We figured you’d already be out here…” you quip back, still breathless.
“Got room for another?” His eyes are wide like a puppy dogs’, head tilted as he pouts a bit.
This time, it is Bren who responds, letting go of you for the first time in hours, taking Wulf’s hand and mirroring your own actions from a moment ago. When they break apart both are panting, and you can tell, something has changed between you, the energy in the air is now electric, smouldering. It feels almost like destiny. You left this village together, and here you reunite. Soon, you will be special, the chosen few allowed to study directly under a member of the Cerberus Assembly. What better way to face it than together?
You step forward, to join the boys, letting Wulf take your own hand. He’s still smiling, eyes soft now. You open your mouth to say something, but he takes advantage, and soon you forget whatever it was that seemed so pressing. He is strong where Bren is lithe, powerful in an entirely different way, and it is easier than breathing to let him pull you off your feet.
Time loses all meaning. The future doesn’t matter, neither does the past.
Far away, the bonfire burns in town, and couples dance. And here in the woods you dance once more, three as one, no words needed.
It is Highsummer, and all the time is golden.