[She tilts her head near his, faces and lips so goddamn close that she can taste the wine on his breath as he repeats those words—the exact ones that she wanted to hear.
She is his. Only him...
For all the freedom he wants her to have, there are times like these ones when she wishes that he would bind her to him instead. That he would love her, want her, covet her so much that he would tighten those chains around her heart. It was a wish that she had buried a long time ago when he fled Waloed, and thus, she found someone else to bind her wings to when in reality, her heart was still locked to him.
It had gone with him, far away, across the oceans and blighted lands, and stayed with him.
Even when fate would say otherwise, even when she would loathe herself for it, and by the fucking gods does she ever, he was still the one that she went back to. Goes back to now.
Her lips fall open with a small sigh bordering on something darker when that levin and his fingertips dance across her throat, but when he stops at the pendant...
...
She feels her heart skip those several beats in her chest, and she reaches up to grab hold of his hand. And though she does not pull back and instead, leans in to brush her lips over his, she does give him a light shove with something of a grin, putting a feather's width of distance between them.]
... Too bad it isn't the end of the day yet, Cidolfus. The night is still young.
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She is his. Only him...
For all the freedom he wants her to have, there are times like these ones when she wishes that he would bind her to him instead. That he would love her, want her, covet her so much that he would tighten those chains around her heart. It was a wish that she had buried a long time ago when he fled Waloed, and thus, she found someone else to bind her wings to when in reality, her heart was still locked to him.
It had gone with him, far away, across the oceans and blighted lands, and stayed with him.
Even when fate would say otherwise, even when she would loathe herself for it, and by the fucking gods does she ever, he was still the one that she went back to. Goes back to now.
Her lips fall open with a small sigh bordering on something darker when that levin and his fingertips dance across her throat, but when he stops at the pendant...
...
She feels her heart skip those several beats in her chest, and she reaches up to grab hold of his hand. And though she does not pull back and instead, leans in to brush her lips over his, she does give him a light shove with something of a grin, putting a feather's width of distance between them.]
... Too bad it isn't the end of the day yet, Cidolfus. The night is still young.