scarred digits cradled his face within her palms. it wasn't often the trailblazer would allow her hands to be uncovered by the gloves, but in front of him, she knew every parts of her would be accepted and loved, including the scars that marred her skin all over. the stellaron scars on her chest made a soft glow as her amber hues locked with his sky-blue orbs. she ran her thumb under one of his eyes, watching the warmth of her own glow reflect a soft gold onto the gaze that had seen more than any could've imagined.
and she brought his lips towards her, guiding his movement so the distance between them was no more. a kiss that translated everything she felt, every little emotions, devotion, and immense affection to the very person in front of her which no vocabulary of any worlds could capture. nothing could phrase a love so deep, nothing could convey a bond unbreakable.
gold reappeared as her lips hovered over his own, warm breaths spilled in between the soft proximity. it was as though their pulses would become one, just like their hearts did. for a moment, there were no sounds, her bare fingers carefully brushed his snow-white locks away from those brilliant blue reflected with gold. the very same gold she could see sparkling within.
" ... when it's just us ... " her voice was barely a whisper, like a secret only for his ears. " ... should i call you phainon or khaslana ... ? "
@lunaetisΒ /Β unpromptedΒ βΒ alwaysΒ accepting
gold.Β theΒ colorΒ thatΒ sentΒ himΒ intoΒ eternalΒ damnation,Β andΒ theΒ colorΒ thatΒ offeredΒ himΒ everlastingΒ warmth.Β heΒ sighs,Β aΒ silentΒ hitchΒ ofΒ hisΒ breathΒ asΒ heΒ leansΒ hisΒ headΒ intoΒ herΒ palmΒ likeΒ aΒ devoteeΒ savoringΒ theΒ embraceΒ ofΒ theirΒ deity.Β theΒ warmthΒ that'sΒ freelyΒ givenΒ feelsΒ almostΒ surreal.Β theΒ gentleΒ touchΒ isΒ aΒ preciousΒ giftΒ thatΒ heΒ neverΒ dreamedΒ toΒ imagineΒ afterΒ theΒ endlessΒ cyclesΒ he'sΒ beenΒ pushedΒ through,Β shreddedΒ andΒ tornΒ apartΒ untilΒ hisΒ mindΒ wasΒ hangingΒ onΒ byΒ aΒ mereΒ thread.Β heΒ shuddersΒ atΒ theΒ softnessΒ ofΒ herΒ touch,Β theΒ carefulΒ callousedΒ fingersΒ gentlyΒ brushingΒ acrossΒ hisΒ skinΒ asΒ ifΒ heΒ wereΒ madeΒ aΒ porcelain,Β asΒ ifΒ heΒ wereΒ somethingΒ fragile.Β herΒ hands,Β strongΒ andΒ sturdy,Β cradlesΒ hisΒ faceΒ asΒ ifΒ heΒ wereΒ precious.Β distantly,Β heΒ wondersΒ ifΒ he'sΒ trulyΒ deservingΒ ofΒ receivingΒ herΒ grace,Β herΒ carefulΒ care,Β andΒ herΒ love.Β becauseΒ whatΒ elseΒ couldΒ thisΒ beΒ ifΒ notΒ love?Β greedily,Β heΒ wishesΒ toΒ batheΒ inΒ herΒ warmth,Β soakingΒ upΒ allΒ thatΒ sheΒ hasΒ toΒ offerΒ untilΒ heΒ isΒ eternallyΒ hers.
theΒ handsΒ onΒ hisΒ face,Β everΒ soΒ gentle,Β pullsΒ himΒ closer.Β heΒ goesΒ easily,Β dippingΒ hisΒ headΒ intoΒ aΒ kissΒ asΒ ifΒ thatΒ wasΒ whatΒ heΒ wasΒ alwaysΒ meantΒ toΒ do.Β hisΒ eyes,Β glimmeringΒ goldΒ beneathΒ theΒ gentleΒ blue,Β closesΒ asΒ sheΒ guidesΒ him.Β sheΒ capturesΒ hisΒ lips,Β andΒ heΒ opensΒ upΒ toΒ her,Β slidingΒ hisΒ tongueΒ againstΒ theΒ softΒ plushΒ lipsΒ andΒ pushingΒ theΒ boundariesΒ untilΒ heΒ feelsΒ nothingΒ butΒ warmΒ wetΒ heat.Β itΒ threatensΒ toΒ consumeΒ him,Β andΒ yetΒ itΒ staysΒ asΒ aΒ gentleΒ simmer,Β wrappingΒ himΒ upΒ inΒ aΒ comfortingΒ warmthΒ thatΒ speaksΒ ofΒ safety,Β care,Β love.Β hisΒ gazeΒ resurfaces,Β goldenΒ blueΒ eyesΒ alightΒ withΒ theΒ sameΒ warmthΒ thatΒ sheΒ hasΒ blanketedΒ himΒ with.
catchingΒ hisΒ breathΒ fromΒ theΒ kissΒ thatΒ feltΒ soΒ fleeting,Β heΒ wondersΒ ifΒ theyΒ couldΒ stayΒ justΒ likeΒ this,Β entwinedΒ togetherΒ soΒ closelyΒ thatΒ he has no choice but to breathe in the same air that she exhales.Β heΒ looksΒ atΒ herΒ gently,Β babyΒ blueΒ eyesΒ tingedΒ withΒ ringsΒ ofΒ goldΒ filledΒ withΒ love,Β warmth,Β andΒ devotion.Β everΒ sinceΒ heΒ hasΒ firstΒ metΒ her,Β heΒ hasΒ alwaysΒ thoughtΒ ofΒ herΒ asΒ aΒ dietyΒ thatΒ hasΒ descendedΒ fromΒ theΒ heavens.
hearingΒ hisΒ trueΒ nameΒ fromΒ herΒ lipsΒ sendsΒ aΒ shiverΒ downΒ hisΒ spine,Β notΒ unpleasant,Β likeΒ aΒ sparkΒ coursingΒ throughΒ himΒ thatΒ wasΒ alwaysΒ supposedΒ toΒ beΒ there, filling him with energy and a sense of belonging.
"khaslana,"Β heΒ says.Β theΒ handΒ sheΒ holdsΒ againstΒ hisΒ faceΒ isΒ soonΒ cradledΒ byΒ his.Β holdingΒ herΒ handΒ still,Β heΒ turnsΒ hisΒ headΒ toΒ leaveΒ aΒ smallΒ kissΒ toΒ theΒ insideΒ ofΒ herΒ palm.Β khaslanaΒ lingers,Β pressingΒ hisΒ lipsΒ toΒ theΒ battleΒ hardenΒ skinΒ asΒ ifΒ thisΒ momentΒ wereΒ aΒ giftΒ toΒ him.Β edenΒ isΒ aΒ gift,Β heΒ decidesΒ thenΒ andΒ there,Β oneΒ thatΒ heΒ can'tΒ evenΒ conjureΒ howΒ heΒ managedΒ toΒ receive.Β "youΒ canΒ callΒ meΒ khaslana."Β heΒ setsΒ hisΒ gazeΒ onΒ her,Β steady,Β focused.Β "it'sΒ theΒ nameΒ thatΒ wasΒ firstΒ givenΒ toΒ me,Β andΒ theΒ nameΒ thatΒ remindsΒ meΒ ofΒ timeΒ iΒ spentΒ inΒ theΒ fieldsΒ ofΒ aedesΒ elysiaeΒ asΒ aΒ boy."Β khaslanaΒ smiles,Β leaningΒ moreΒ ofΒ hisΒ weightΒ intoΒ herΒ palm.Β theΒ goldΒ ofΒ eden'sΒ eyesΒ shimmer,Β drawingΒ himΒ in,Β notΒ allowingΒ himΒ toΒ lookΒ anywhereΒ else.Β andΒ whyΒ wouldΒ heΒ lookΒ anywhereΒ elseΒ whenΒ edenΒ isΒ rightΒ hereΒ inΒ frontΒ ofΒ him,Β lookingΒ atΒ himΒ likeΒ he'sΒ theΒ onlyΒ oneΒ inΒ theΒ universe?Β "myΒ name...Β fromΒ yourΒ mouth,Β itΒ feelsΒ likeΒ home."
