[ they did share a morning like this, bloody and terrible. they shared a night like this, perfect and wondrous, the quiet touches and lasting kisses awakening awe and radiating a force unlike any other into every part of him, every moment, until there was nothing else. he knows it now; knew it, then. but he has never known nor had this. he smiles, warm and small, feeling the affection of her kiss; remembering her joy—his joy—after he kissed her beneath those twinkling lights.
he feels it now, that joy. he's glad, not only because the horror that followed is unknown to her, but because they can feel it again, anew. yet the truth he knows settles in his heart, hard and heavy at the core of him, and not even the happiness in her eyes nor his can chase it fully away. he is glad, to have given into this here and now, thought he doesn't believe they was ever running away from this. even in the moments he would turn away, when she chose to do the same... his love for her was already living and breathing inside of him, pulling and riving him into her.
it was inevitable, how their story goes. how their hearts speak. how they want. his fingers reach to touch the hair at her temple, to feel it beneath his fingers. ] I don't believe we ever truly were. [ he will always find her, as they've found each other here. he loves her, as he always would.
his voice is captured; his breath stops looking at her. the bittersweet elation drops into his depths of his fears. he finds the will to breathe, ragged and audible, and moves his eyes away from her. his fingers curl over her shoulder, firm and desperate; he clings. ]
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he feels it now, that joy. he's glad, not only because the horror that followed is unknown to her, but because they can feel it again, anew. yet the truth he knows settles in his heart, hard and heavy at the core of him, and not even the happiness in her eyes nor his can chase it fully away. he is glad, to have given into this here and now, thought he doesn't believe they was ever running away from this. even in the moments he would turn away, when she chose to do the same... his love for her was already living and breathing inside of him, pulling and riving him into her.
it was inevitable, how their story goes. how their hearts speak. how they want. his fingers reach to touch the hair at her temple, to feel it beneath his fingers. ] I don't believe we ever truly were. [ he will always find her, as they've found each other here. he loves her, as he always would.
his voice is captured; his breath stops looking at her. the bittersweet elation drops into his depths of his fears. he finds the will to breathe, ragged and audible, and moves his eyes away from her. his fingers curl over her shoulder, firm and desperate; he clings. ]