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I think my next fic is gonna be a Sylus one, cuz i miss him đŠ
Imagine sending him a buncha suggestive photos throughout the day, knowing heâs in an important business meeting but youâre feeling mischievous and a little mean
And then visiting later only to find himâŚ.playing with himself, your pics pulled up on his phone
Relaxation was a hard earned luxury when your existence was threatened daily. You could count on a single hand the number of times you and your party were afforded such a thing, with the Tiefling party having been the first.
Sneaking into Astarionâs tent didnât require much stealth when the rest of camp was paying you no heed, busy with their own minds. A simple silencing spell cast on the tent ensured that the two of you would have the necessary privacy for yourâŚactivities.
But the glow of the aftermath was tainted by your own thoughts. Something that youâd noticed each time you coupled with Astarion, and something youâd never had the courage to discuss with him. As you lay- quite naked- next to him, your head on his chest and arm draped across his torso while his fingers drifted across your skin in lazy patterns, you thought about how to frame your question. You knew he had a complicated relationship with intimacy, and you sought a way to ask him without causing his mind to go down a dark path.
âStar?â You said timidly, nuzzling into his warmth. Heâd fed well that night; the blood coursing through his body, combined with lengthy time in the sun before it set, lent him borrowed heat that you greedily absorbed from him.
âYes, darling?â He said with a smile at your use of your private nickname for him. You propped your chin against his chest, looking up at him. He turned his head to you, popping open one of those gorgeous crimson eyes to take you in.
âIâve been meaning to askâŚâ you say, trailing off. Astarion brought his free arm up, bending it and resting his head against the crook of his elbow to elevate his gaze. His attention was fully on you, silently encouraging you to ask your question.
âWellâŚIâŚ.was wondering. Every time we, ah, well, yâknow. You neverâŚ..finish..?â Brilliant. The perfect way to butcher a simple question.
Thankfully, Astarion chuckled, flattening his hand along your spine. He thought about your question for a beat, laying in silent reverie as you watched and waited for an answer.
âIâm not entirely sure how to answer that,â he said softly, his gaze drifting to the ceiling of the tent. âFor the past two hundred years, pleasure has always been something to be given, never to be taken. It was a tool to do my masterâs bidding, and I numbed myself to it. It all feels so very complicated, though Iâm sure itâs not.â
You thought about that for a second, a sick feeling beginning to settle in your gut. âSoâŚwhen youâŚwith me?â
Astarion chuckled. âSo eloquent with your words tonight, darling. But no. ItâsâŚdifferent with you. I find great satisfaction bringing you pleasure. Donât mistake my lack of a climax as unwillingness to spend my free time tangled with you in my bedroll. It may have started out as a ploy to earn your favour, but I found that I quite enjoy the sounds you make when youâre writhing under me. Iâve also grown quite fond of the connection we share as a result.â
You scrunched up your face into a silly expression in an effort to hide the blush that rapidly spread at his words. He laughed into the open air of the tent before turning on his side to pull you close, brushing a strand of loose hair from your face.
âYouâve helped to change my mind on a lot of things when it comes to sex...soâŚthank you for that,â he said with a smile in his voice. He tilted your face to meet his, slanting his lips across yours. He skillfully coaxed you open, his tongue diving in to tangle with yours. At his retreat, a fang pricked your lower lip, and he moaned into your mouth at the tiniest amount of blood he tasted there.
âGods, I could get addicted to you,â He growled as he pressed further into your mouth, trying to take in as much as he could before your bodyâs natural healing could seal the minimal wound. He began a languid roll, the weight of him pushing you backwards into the warmth of his nest of cushions and blankets. But you pressed back, halting his advance, instead, bodily shoving him beneath you. He stared up at you with surprise on his face, a hint of questioning in his eyes.
The only answer you gave to his inquisitive expression was a cheeky grin, before you leaned low over him and took up his lips. He chuckled into your mouth at your eagerness, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your waist. Your mouth trailed down his jaw and moved onto his neck, but you made sure to stay away from the side that was ravaged by those brutal scars. Without lingering, you quickly moved down the rest of his body. Collarbone, chest, abdomen, every bit of him was tasted. Each nip and lick against his skin was punctuated by his sharp inhale, nails digging into your skin. This told you that he wasnât entirely numb to the sensations, but he was probably more emotionally detached from his own pleasure. You werenât sure what you hoped to accomplish with this plan of yours, but you wished to see him unravel at least a little bit.
Finally, you reached your destination, settling the length of your body between his finely sculpted legs. He rose up to prop himself on elbows, watching you with heat blazing in his crimson gaze. You flashed him a smirk before dipping your head again, latching into his hip with his hardening cock pressed firmly between your breasts. His gasping moan was quiet and timid as you used the blood in his veins against him and brought up a mark with your mouth. And another. And another, until he was decorated with a series of those purpling marks across his pelvis and thighs, until his cock stood at full attention and his breathing was on the verge of running ragged.
âStay with me, Star, feel everything,â you commanded softly with a voice roughened by desire. Your gaze stayed on his as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock, root to tip. Stayed as you swirled your tongue against the tip of him, stayed even as his eyes fluttered closed and his head dropped back with a panting moan. With a smirk, you took him into your mouth.
He was larger in your mouth than you expected, and it took all of your effort not to gag on him when he hit the back of your throat. It was a wonder he fit into your body at all. But, a simple adjustment in your posture allowed you to take him without much trouble. You worked him until he fell back against his bedroll with a heavier moan, until he draped an arm over his face, until the blood rushing through his veins collected into a pretty blush on his pale chest. He found his voice the further you took him, breathy moans falling from him unrestrained.
You finally granted him brief mercy, only to move on to the next torment. Running your tongue from root to tip again, you rasped the flat your tongue against the underside of his crown repeatedly, while your hand stroked him. He squirmed and writhed, digging his fingers into your hair.
You closed your mouth around the tip of him, creating a vacuum of suction and bobbing your head in minuscule movements. While doing this, you used one hand to stroke his shaft, and the other to apply slight pressure at the base, just above the sac. And then it was as if the floodgates burst open, the dam that had held back years of buried pleasure finally crumbling to dust.
âD-DarlingâŚah, fuck, k-keep doing th- ah!â He didnât give you much opportunity to keep doing the thing that was driving him to arch his back off the bedroll and forcefully buck up into your mouth. You released the suction on him, allowing him to thrust into your mouth with his newfound desperation to chase pleasure.
You knew the concentration needed to keep the silencing spell in place had already been broken, but you couldnât even be remotely embarrassed by the torrent of pleasured sounds erupting from Astarion. If it was any secret before that you snuck into his tent nightly, it sure wasnât anymore.
One swift, startling movement, and you were torn from Astarion, launched through the air. Dazed, you barely registered the shift before your back hit the bedroll and your knees hooked over his elbows. His expression was positively feral, pupils blown wide and a half-snarl twisting his features. You thought you could even see his eyes glowing, andâŚwere his fangs longer than before? A trick of the light, surely, but the ravenous way he looked at you sent shivers of anticipation coursing through you to collect at your core.
Then he was slamming into you, hips snapping forward violently as his cock drove into you. It was so different to the other times heâd fucked you, something much more feral about the way he practically folded you in half and his body collided vehemently with yours.
He buried his face in your neck, mouth open with fangs poised to pierce your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the texture of the scars on his back under your fingers while you eagerly waited for his bite. But he only rested the points heavily against your skin while he plunged his cock into you. Pleasure heightened with the anticipation, the coil burning in your core winding tighter and tighter.
His breathing, usually shallow and near non-existent, grew ragged as guttural moans erupted from him. He was lost to the pleasure, finally learning how to take it for himself, learning that he was allowed to lose himself in the feeling. It was an indulgence you encouraged wholeheartedly. Each deep strike of his cock against your inner-most walls was accompanied by a sound escaping him; whether it be a moan, a snarl, or some sublime mix of the two. You could feel it vibrating under your palms, feel the sound fanning hot across your neck.
He dragged you to the edge, and then threw you right over if before you even had a chance to prepare yourself for the force of the climax. You cried out beneath him, digging your nails into his skin, unable to arch into him from the way he held you pinned beneath him. The fluttering of your walls around him sent him into overdrive, and every breath was a harsh sound in your ear. From deep moans to strings of curses, his pace increased as he chased the elusive release. Until finally, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching and sac pulsing with his release. He cried out, loud feral sounds ripped from deep within him.
âFuck. Fuck!â He hissed, his hips stuttering as he struggled to remain still inside you. But he lost the battle and began pumping into you once more, moaning at the sensations of your walls gripping him, milking him. Sensations that brought him to the edge again almost instantly.
âFuck. Darling, I donât think I can stop,â he whined, his tongue tracing your thundering pulse.
âYes, yes,â you cried to him, chanting his name in choked syllables over and over until his body was colliding with yours in a deliciously frantic pace again.
You tilted your chin to the side, whimpering in approval when his fangs pressed harder against your skin. You gripped your fingers into his wild curls, pressing him harder until he obeyed your silent direction and shallowly pierced you. His breathy moans fanned across your neck, mouth chasing the rivulets of your blood that escaped the pinpricks you helped him make. It wasnât his usual deep feeding, but it still sent unbridled pleasure through you until you were shattering beneath him again. This time, he released your legs from being hooked over his arms and let you arch beneath him, clamping your thighs around his torso firmly.
âFuck, what have you done to me?â He whined, burying himself as deep as he could while his second release steamrolled him. But he didnât hesitate for long before he was going again, hips snapping forward in movements as ragged as his breathing. He didnât even pull out far before sinking into you, reveling in the way your walls moulded around his cock, in the way you gripped him, in the way his cum mixed with your slicked arousal.
âAs-astarâŚion-â you whimpered into his neck, hardly able to breathe out his name between your cries of pleasure. You clung to him desperately, trying to prevent him from ever unsheathing from you.
âYou feel so fucking good,â he groaned, grinding his hips into you as the overstimulation threw him into another release so soon after the last. The pulsing twitch of his cock digging deep into you dragged you through another violent orgasm with him.
You were drenched with sweat, hardly able to catch your breath, but fuck were you sated. Astarion was too, judging by the way he finally collapsed atop you, nuzzling into your neck and murmuring to you between deep draws of ragged breaths. He remained inside you until your walls ceased their thrumming, until his cock finally stopped pulsing, until you were able to collect your breath. You trailed one hand through his hair, fingers of the other drawing lazy circles across his back. He didnât move for a long while, just stayed slumped over you.
âYou okay, love?â You ask gently after a beat.
âLet me justâŚrest here for a while. In your arms. Please,â he replied quietly, resting his head on your chest so that he could listen to the steady drum of your heart.
Later, he would go on to explain that he never knew he could feel like that. In two hundred years, nobody had ever bothered to think about him, only ever thinking about what they could take from him. Overwhelmed by emotion, he didnât know how to express his gratitude for what you did for him.
But in that moment, you were content to just hold him as he requested, tracing nonsensical patterns on his back with one hand and humming softly to him. His hair was feather soft and you marveled at the silky texture of his curls as you carded your fingers through them.
For the first time ever in his entire existence, Astarion exhibited a monumental level of trust when he forewent typical elven reverie, instead choosing to sleep deeply while wrapped in your arms.
Sunlight brightened the thick fabric of Astarionâs tent as morning drew itâs first breath. Astarion had awoken hours ago, all fond smiles as he held your sleeping form to him. Heâd taken the liberty of cleaning you up while you slept, stuffing you into one of his shirts while you cursed and grumbled the whole time about being disturbed. Youâd even swung on him, a fact he would never let you live down.
You were a late riser that morning, but youâd be shocked if anyone could blame you after the wild night you experienced with a certain vampire spawn. When you dressed and pushed from his tent. But you wished the hells would open a hole in the ground beneath you and swallow you whole, instead.
The entirety of your party, save Astarion, sat around the morning fire and turned to stare. Heat engulfed your face as you trudged forward, Astarion and his whimsical smile trailing behind you as if you werenât the current spectacle of the camp.
âLong night?â Gale quipped as he dished out a breakfast of potatoes and quail eggs, handing the plate to you with a knowing smirk.
âMate, Iâm pretty sure all of FaeârĂťn could hear them going at each other âtil the birds started chirping,â Karlach said with a hearty laugh. Your face flamed hotter and you decided to make yourself busy with your food.
âGiven the times, Iâd say itâs perfectly reasonable to have a healthy way to relieve tension,â Wyll said casually, scooping a spoon full of potato into his mouth as if he hadnât just made a casual remark about your sex life.
âStill, they could be a little quieter,â Shadowheart said, adding a chuckle so you knew it wasnât meant to be ill intended. âMaybe I can help with casting a silencing spell.â
âCan we stop talking about it, please?â You begged the group, trying to hide your face behind your hands from embarrassment.
âCome on, now, Darling, thereâs nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves while we still can,â Astarion said lightheartedly, bumping his shoulder against yours from where he sat beside you.
âTheir ritual sounded as though it could rival that of the Githyanki, but I am much disturbed at the lack of bruises dotting your pretty skin, istik,â Laeâzel said, showing no hint that her words were said in jest. Everyone stared at her for a moment, wondering what in the hells she meant by bruises.
It was exactly the comment needed to break the conversation, and your glance to Laeâzel afterward revealed the slightest hint of a smile from her, and you were eternally grateful to her for steering the conversation away from the awkward topic. Maybe she liked you, after all, despite her frequent contrary words.
That didnât stop you from asking for Galeâs help to weave some sort of enchantment to turn Astarionâs tent into a sound block, though.
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This page was a PAIN to do because the center image is actually 4 pieces of the same picture pieced together, and trying to move the stuff around the outside I KEPT ACCIDENTALLY MOVING THE PICTURES
Iâm taking a break from writing LaDS fics to write some Astarion smut, but then gave myself existential anxiety trying to think about the logistics of a vampire spawn getting a boner
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How about where MC is unintentionally doing things that turn Sylus on and leave him flustered? Like, MC stretching and showing she is rather flexible, MC turns out to be a great dancer and is dancing in the base, putting on lotion, soflty singing a rather risque song, etc.
Mc is ofc completely oblivious to it and the twins also notice Sylus reactions and it just adds to the comedy. Sylus, being the consent king that he is, tries to contain himself because he doesn't want to pressure MC. I love consent Kings. Always. But in the end, MC initiates and he's just down so bad!
Hi Anon, i actually love this idea and will add it to my to-write list!
As much as you hated shopping, you had to admit that it had its perks.
Sending teasing photos to Rafayel happened to be the biggest one. It was his fault, anyway, seeing as he sprung the gallery invitation on you last minute. As a result, you were determined to find the most risquĂŠ dress you could get away with.
And at your very last stop, you found just the one.
The hue was such a deep shade of red that it almost appeared black in certain lighting. It hugged every curve enough to leave very little to the imagination. The sweetheart neckline clung to the swell of your breasts, but the center plunged half way down to your navel. The edges of that deep v-line were woven together by a sheer fabric that became near invisible against your skin. But what drew you to the dress wasnât so much the plunging neckline, nor the bare back. Instead, it was the slit in the floor-length skirt that came to a daring end along the top curve of your hip. The moment the lustrous fabric slid along your skin and settled in place, you knew it was The One.
Of course, you couldnât help but to send one last teasing message to Rafayel.
You turned your back to the mirror in the dressing room, popping your hip up so that the slit in the skirt was exaggerated even more. The swell of your ass peeked around the hem just enough in that position to be scandalous, and that was what you framed in the quick snapshot. With the photo, you sent a text caption.
Donât think Iâll be able to wear panties with this one lol x3
Rafayelâs response was immediate; a string of emojis ranging from the heart eyes to the red-faced sweating emote. That solidified the decision to purchase it, despite the hefty price tag, and you couldnât wait until the gala in two days. You couldnât help the grin on your face, even as you were pulling up to Rafayelâs villa. This lunch date was going to be a fun one, you could feel it.
After setting the lunch ingredients on the counter, you set out to find where Rafayelâs hidden himself in his home. The studio was the first place you checked, but you were surprised to find that he wasnât there. His materials were set up as if he were going to begin work, but they appeared to have been abandoned. The idea made you uneasy, because there wasnât a lot that could rip him away from painting.
But it didnât take too long for you to realize where he was. With a sly smile, you made your way to the bathroom, where you heard soft splashing sounds. Nudging the door open a crack, you could see him in the bath. His back was to you, but his face was turned to the side and cupped in his palm. A heavy groan from him sent a spike of worry through you, and you pushed into the room.
âRafayel?â You questioned, approaching the tub.
And then you saw the source of hisâŚaffliction.
The pretty blush spread on his face should have been a hint, but it was something youâd conveniently missed when you first entered the room. He acknowledged your presence by watching your approach through a half-lidded gaze, still stroking himself beneath the surface of the water. You stood beside the tub and forced your eyes away from where his hand was occupied under the water, dragging them up to meet his. A lazy smile spread on his face and he tipped his head to the side.
âCutie,â he said playfully, his voice husky. âYouâre here early.â
Some part of you had hoped to have some sort of effect on Rafayel with those pictures you sent him, but this was even more than you expected. You didnât trust your voice so you said nothing, instead reaching for the zipper of your jacket and slowly pulling it down. His eyes tracked the movement then flicked back to yours once the fabric separated. You let your jacket fall from your shoulders, hands immediately moving to untuck your shirt and lift it over your head. This slow tease continued until you stood bare before him. His eyes raked down your form, continuing back up until those heated blues settled on your face once again.
You kept your gaze locked to his as you took the two steps to the tub. There was no graceful way of climbing into the tub with him, but that didnât matter once you were settled in the water, kneeling over him. You leaned into him, crushing your mouth to his. The deep guttural groan was a sound youâd never heard from him before, and it sent a thrill through you that settled heavily in your core. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you down firmly over him. Hands explored your body as eagerly as your tongue explored his mouth. You could feel his cock pressed against your belly, the length all but digging into you. Rafayel broke the kiss to drag his mouth down the column of your throat, the scraping of his teeth against your skin breaking up the heat of his lips at random intervals.
âR-Rafayel,â you whimper, reveling in the feel of his body beneath yours. Every inch of you was pressed to him, his heat pouring into you.
âFuck, cutie,â he moans into your neck. âItâs been torture all day, seeing those sexy pictures of you and not being able to touch you.â
âWell, you have me now,â you say, biting into the slope of his neck. He threw back is head, a harsh sound between a growl and a moan erupting from him. His fingers dug into the underside of your thighs, lifting you so that his cock was notched against your folds. It didnât take much prompting for you to sink down and impale yourself on him. Rafayel bit back a curse, hips jerking up into you so he was sheathed fully in you.
You smiled sweetly down to him, sitting upright so he could get full view of you. With your hands braced against his chest and his hands roaming your body, you began rocking against him. The movements were slow and calculated, meant to tease just as much as meant to pleasure- and Rafayel was very vocal in the pleasure he took from you. His head rolled against the rim of the tub, his eyes fluttering closed, his heavy intakes of breath coming out as deep, guttural moans. The pretty blush that dusted his cheeks traveled further, spreading to his chest as he exerted effort to maintain control.
You decided to take it a step further once he was thoroughly squirming beneath you. Lifting from him, you tease the tip of him just inside you. One, two, three times you popped the crown of him in and out of you before slamming back down onto him fully. His fingers dug into your hips, desperately trying to keep you from lifting and repeating the action again- without success. He trembled beneath you, whines commingling with his moans. You leaned forward to devour his sounds, slanting your mouth over his and coaxing him open. You drank in his every sound, offering your own to him in return.
The last threads of Rafayelâs composure threatened to snap. His arms circled your waist, holding you in place as he thrust into you. His mouth traveled down your neck before latching onto the slope of your shoulder. You tilted your head away, giving him more access while your hands threaded into his hair, tugging the strands gently.
âRafâŚayel,â you moan breathily, barely able to murmur the rest of his name. His arms tightened around you.
âFuck, cutie, say my name like that again,â he moaned against the purpling spot he made on your neck. His thrusts became chaotic, slamming into you almost violently while water from the bath sloshed over the edge of the tub. You quickly lost any semblance of control, relinquishing it to Rafayelâs fraying composure.
âR-Rafayel,â you moaned again, clinging to him. Every strike of his cock deep inside you sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge.
âFuck, say it again,â he begged. His fingers dug into your skin, his grip on you harsh, but it served to heighten your pleasure. The frantic way that he drove into you told you that he was nearing the edge himself.
âRafayel,â you cry, throwing your had back. Your voice echoed off the tile, his rising to join yours.
âFuck,â he groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he buried his face in your chest. âFuck!â
âCome with me,â you command, gripping your fingers in his hair. âCome with me, Rafayel.â
He obeyed almost instantly at your breathy words. A string of curses erupted from him, your name joining them every so often as he threw his head back and arched beneath you. The twitching pulse of him met with the cascading flutters of your own release, your body milking his for everything it had to offer. His body jerked beneath you as pleasure continued to steamroll him, and you continued to ride him through your shared climax. He whimpered, hips chasing yours each time you lifted from him.
âYou feel so good,â you whine, still riding him even as you both returned from the high of the release. Rafayelâs head still rested against the rim of the tub, his eyes clenched closed as you continue to wring pleasure from him. Hands dig into your hips, his back arched, his moans breathless. You canât help but take in the sight of him writhing beneath you, locking it away in your memory to savour indefinitely.
âCutieâŚplease,â he whimpers, trying his best to bury himself in you as deep as he could. His face scrunches up adorably, ecstasy being ripped from him with every grinding crush of your core against him. You leaned back, bracing your arms against the tub to entice him to open his eyes. And when he did, his gaze locked onto the way your tits bounced and swayed with every plunge.
âF-fuck, I-Iâm,â he moaned, dropping his head back against the tub once more. He trembled beneath you, another orgasm rising rapidly in him. You increased the pace of your plunges and he bucked wildly beneath you to meet you half way. The water churned around you, though there wasnât enough left in the tub to slosh over the edge like earlier.
With a guttural cry that rang out in the room, Rafayel reached out and crushed you to him. His cock dug into you as deep as your body could accommodate, flooding you before your own shuddering climax ripped through you.
Spent, you just rested against him while the both of you tried to calm your breathing. Your ardor cooled with the water, and now all you wanted was to curl up against Rafayel. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back while he hummed his pleasure in your ear. Nuzzling against his neck you placed a gentle kiss there.
âCutie, this was a pleasant surprise, but I think Iâm late for my lunch date now,â Rafayel rumbled. You laughed and pulled away from him, placing your forehead against his.
âHow will you ever make it up to her?â You ask playfully.
âI can think of a few ways,â he said with a smirk, hauling you out of the water and carrying you from the bathroom. Assembling your meal was a challenge with the way he insisted on crowding you against the counter, with the way neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves.
After finally finishing a very heated lunch, he stole you away and showed you every single one of those ways he would make it up to you for being late.
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A lifetime of memories could never prepare me for the moment I found her again; so different from what I once knew, but somehow still the same after all this time. When she turns her smile to me, I am left breathless, speechless, and want nothing more than to bask in her unending glory. With nothing more than a glance, she cleaves me in two- more wholly undone than that claymore could ever dare.
Beautiful. Devastating. Mesmerizing. There are so many words I could use to describe her, and yet none of them could ever hold a candle to the radiant brilliance of her. Of her soul. In her eyes, Iâve glimpsed eternity and ruin, salvation and surrender. Like a storm on my skin, her touch is raw and electric, searing through every inch of me.
Even the missteps of our reunion could never overshadow the way her presence ripples through my very being. I will always hold a quiet regret for the way I approached her in this life, for the way I sought too eagerly to connect with her resonance when she was wary of me. An oversight on my part- the elation at finding her again making me forget that, despite the way her soul sang to mine, this iteration of her saw me as a stranger, as the arch-nemesis we once were.
But, oh, I am so utterly and irrevocably in love with her. Bound to her in a way that deepens with every breath, with every beat of my heart, with every shift of my soul. More than when she took my hand in that arena and fought with unwavering courage and loyalty at my side. More than the night we fled, leaving behind a world forged in cruelty and blood.
And now, when she stands beside me in this world, defiant against its dangers, I can feel it again. That thrill rushing through my veins, roaring to life like a wildfire unleashed- fierce, unstoppable, untamed. This is where I belong: at her side, facing whatever perils this existence throws at us together. She is the inferno that fuels me and the storm that breaks me. Everything that binds me, everything that destroys me. To love her is to carry something so beautiful it aches, a spark that ignites and flourishes with every fleeting moment. She is my every waking thought, every dream when I sleep, every breath I take.
She is a vast cosmos, and I am nothing but a mere speck in her incandescence. I will fall to my knees before her brilliance in every lifetime, worshipping her in every way I know how. I am intoxicated by her very being, drawn to her soul like a moth to a flame. I would die countless deaths for her, yet it still wouldnât be enough to capture the depths of my devotion. I would travel to the ends of the universe and back a thousand times over; if only to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to absorb myself in the sweet blooming scent of her soul. She is the warmth of the sun after a millennia in darkness. The richest, finest wine. Oh, how I long for her, like the soil yearns for the rain.
