Deimos
Another waiting game, watching, surveying, until notes of perfection rang against his ear drums, and no longer haunted the inner chambers of hearts, lungs, and souls. A breath of relief unfurled from his chest, content with the knowledge that she was the same – apprehension dissipating for semblances and ties of other, better things. A reminder, again and again, that he could trust her implicitly, and those webbings and trappings of yesteryears could be completely washed away – gone, into confidence, assurance, and convictions, placed amidst hopes. An emotion he could have once more, that they could share.
He half-expected immediate attempts at mischief as she tried the ring, then faded from sight – it would’ve been a nuance built upon patterns of their juvenile antics. But there was only the bloom of a laugh echoing around starlight and flames, and he snorted again in response. Then she was tangible again, and there were only moments cherished; no longer such a rarity, but beloved and beheld just the same. “Good,” he murmured before her lips were on his, and he was pervaded, surrounded, by every conveyance of her ardor; absorbing it and returning it in kind, mouths mingling until there was no breath and no air, barely pulling away.
To laugh, maybe, or to remember where they were – lost in a favored haze. “You will have to help with planning everything else,” came along on a cheeky grin and a rumble, permitting them to marvel in happiness, in bliss, for a bit longer.
He half-expected immediate attempts at mischief as she tried the ring, then faded from sight – it would’ve been a nuance built upon patterns of their juvenile antics. But there was only the bloom of a laugh echoing around starlight and flames, and he snorted again in response. Then she was tangible again, and there were only moments cherished; no longer such a rarity, but beloved and beheld just the same. “Good,” he murmured before her lips were on his, and he was pervaded, surrounded, by every conveyance of her ardor; absorbing it and returning it in kind, mouths mingling until there was no breath and no air, barely pulling away.
To laugh, maybe, or to remember where they were – lost in a favored haze. “You will have to help with planning everything else,” came along on a cheeky grin and a rumble, permitting them to marvel in happiness, in bliss, for a bit longer.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
