[Beyond her own smile, there is a sadness that swims within her eyes, but it turns to embers when his lips finally take hers for that final time before he pulls her down with him into the depths of their storm.
She had spent a long time thinking tonight. Not just about the woman running away on that boat, but of her own past. It was that mission that sent her spiraling into it, losing herself in the what ifs. Images of that life that she could have had painted themselves in her head, so beautiful and yet so far away out of her reach. If he had just taken her with him, if he had pushed a little harder to save her, if she had listened to him, if she had taken his hand when he tried to reach out for her... would they be here now? Or would she be gliding into his arms in this castle he'd built for himself that she wishes now that she could have seen? Would things have ended the same way for her? ... For them?
Those wounds cut deep, and they have been reopened fresh tonight, made deeper only by the lies they discovered they were fed. That rift that had come between them was not entirely of their own making, but they had been too blinded by their own ideals to see it. If they had, maybe then it wouldn't have been too late to save them. Maybe then...
She knows she should not get caught up in that. If she is to heal from those wounds, turn them into nothing but scars that she bears with all the others, then she needs to move forward. With his hand holding hers, they need to carry with them the pains and the hurts. They can't simply leave them behind, nor can they forget, because it was never going to be that easy. When one has had a knife driven through them, the pain of pulling it out is as great as the pain one had to bear when it struck. She may ache, she may bleed again, but at least she can be sure that she won't be alone when she does.
She can be certain that he will be there to guide her through it, with every vow that he carves into her with his hands, his lips, his body...
It will be a long and difficult road ahead, to be sure, but so long as they walk it together...
As passionate and heated as tonight may be, there is a fury that edges every single touch of her own. A rage that simmers beneath her skin, one that burns the vey aether that makes her. That they had so much taken from them—their past and a future—makes her nails rake over his skin, further pushes her into her descent of a heated, maddening frenzy, etching herself into him, spreading into his soul as much as he does hers, to make up for every lost moment until the only thing he remembers is the way she cries out for him.
Until they both can forget the pain, the anguish, and all they can remember of each other is the rock of their bodies together, that newly spun thread that connects their hearts, and the eternal bliss that it brings.
Even if just for tonight.
The way he stares down at her is as devastating as the high that he's pushed her to. Just when she feels as though she might burst into the aether that boils within her, pressing at her seams, when she feels like she could soar forever, that look in his eyes makes her come crashing down. Tears erupt in her own when she catches that love that presses down on her chest like an anchor. It's too much and not enough all in the same breath.
Then he goes and says that...
I love you.
And she swears that she might just leave this world. Her body trembles under his, those aftershocks that still ripple through her threaten to shatter her, and only when she finally comes down from it does her head clear, and she can form some semblance of thought that isn't just the way he fills her, of the feel of his weight pressed over her.
Her vision clouds, her eyes burn. Her chest aches and her heart slams against the confines of her chest. Her hand trembles as it moves to his face, using what little strength he's left her with to touch him, to revere him like he is her god that she adores and worships, and she his only subject. She wants to memorize every detail of this moment, every little piece right down to the way his lips feel, how his eyes spark with the depths of his feelings for her.
Depths she has gotten lost in so many times before, but tonight, she means to drown.
Her lips part.]
...Cidolfus, I...
[Yet, on the inside, a fear strikes her like lightning because the last time she had thought to say it, he was taken from her. Fate and the gods saw to it that she would never get the chance. A punishment, perhaps, for not being able to be true with him. With herself. A punishment for ever doubting him...
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She had spent a long time thinking tonight. Not just about the woman running away on that boat, but of her own past. It was that mission that sent her spiraling into it, losing herself in the what ifs. Images of that life that she could have had painted themselves in her head, so beautiful and yet so far away out of her reach. If he had just taken her with him, if he had pushed a little harder to save her, if she had listened to him, if she had taken his hand when he tried to reach out for her... would they be here now? Or would she be gliding into his arms in this castle he'd built for himself that she wishes now that she could have seen? Would things have ended the same way for her? ... For them?
Those wounds cut deep, and they have been reopened fresh tonight, made deeper only by the lies they discovered they were fed. That rift that had come between them was not entirely of their own making, but they had been too blinded by their own ideals to see it. If they had, maybe then it wouldn't have been too late to save them. Maybe then...
She knows she should not get caught up in that. If she is to heal from those wounds, turn them into nothing but scars that she bears with all the others, then she needs to move forward. With his hand holding hers, they need to carry with them the pains and the hurts. They can't simply leave them behind, nor can they forget, because it was never going to be that easy. When one has had a knife driven through them, the pain of pulling it out is as great as the pain one had to bear when it struck. She may ache, she may bleed again, but at least she can be sure that she won't be alone when she does.
She can be certain that he will be there to guide her through it, with every vow that he carves into her with his hands, his lips, his body...
It will be a long and difficult road ahead, to be sure, but so long as they walk it together...
As passionate and heated as tonight may be, there is a fury that edges every single touch of her own. A rage that simmers beneath her skin, one that burns the vey aether that makes her. That they had so much taken from them—their past and a future—makes her nails rake over his skin, further pushes her into her descent of a heated, maddening frenzy, etching herself into him, spreading into his soul as much as he does hers, to make up for every lost moment until the only thing he remembers is the way she cries out for him.
Until they both can forget the pain, the anguish, and all they can remember of each other is the rock of their bodies together, that newly spun thread that connects their hearts, and the eternal bliss that it brings.
Even if just for tonight.
The way he stares down at her is as devastating as the high that he's pushed her to. Just when she feels as though she might burst into the aether that boils within her, pressing at her seams, when she feels like she could soar forever, that look in his eyes makes her come crashing down. Tears erupt in her own when she catches that love that presses down on her chest like an anchor. It's too much and not enough all in the same breath.
Then he goes and says that...
And she swears that she might just leave this world. Her body trembles under his, those aftershocks that still ripple through her threaten to shatter her, and only when she finally comes down from it does her head clear, and she can form some semblance of thought that isn't just the way he fills her, of the feel of his weight pressed over her.
Her vision clouds, her eyes burn. Her chest aches and her heart slams against the confines of her chest. Her hand trembles as it moves to his face, using what little strength he's left her with to touch him, to revere him like he is her god that she adores and worships, and she his only subject. She wants to memorize every detail of this moment, every little piece right down to the way his lips feel, how his eyes spark with the depths of his feelings for her.
Depths she has gotten lost in so many times before, but tonight, she means to drown.
Her lips part.]
...Cidolfus, I...
[Yet, on the inside, a fear strikes her like lightning because the last time she had thought to say it, he was taken from her. Fate and the gods saw to it that she would never get the chance. A punishment, perhaps, for not being able to be true with him. With herself. A punishment for ever doubting him...
And only a shaky breath comes.]