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 ... ? "
@lunaetis / unprompted ━ always accepting
gold. the color that sent him into eternal damnation, and the color that offered him everlasting warmth. he sighs, a silent hitch of his breath as he leans his head into her palm like a devotee savoring the embrace of their deity. the warmth that's freely given feels almost surreal. the gentle touch is a precious gift that he never dreamed to imagine after the endless cycles he's been pushed through, shredded and torn apart until his mind was hanging on by a mere thread. he shudders at the softness of her touch, the careful calloused fingers gently brushing across his skin as if he were made a porcelain, as if he were something fragile. her hands, strong and sturdy, cradles his face as if he were precious. distantly, he wonders if he's truly deserving of receiving her grace, her careful care, and her love. because what else could this be if not love? greedily, he wishes to bathe in her warmth, soaking up all that she has to offer until he is eternally hers.
the hands on his face, ever so gentle, pulls him closer. he goes easily, dipping his head into a kiss as if that was what he was always meant to do. his eyes, glimmering gold beneath the gentle blue, closes as she guides him. she captures his lips, and he opens up to her, sliding his tongue against the soft plush lips and pushing the boundaries until he feels nothing but warm wet heat. it threatens to consume him, and yet it stays as a gentle simmer, wrapping him up in a comforting warmth that speaks of safety, care, love. his gaze resurfaces, golden blue eyes alight with the same warmth that she has blanketed him with.
catching his breath from the kiss that felt so fleeting, he wonders if they could stay just like this, entwined together so closely that he has no choice but to breathe in the same air that she exhales. he looks at her gently, baby blue eyes tinged with rings of gold filled with love, warmth, and devotion. ever since he has first met her, he has always thought of her as a diety that has descended from the heavens.
hearing his true name from her lips sends a shiver down his spine, not unpleasant, like a spark coursing through him that was always supposed to be there, filling him with energy and a sense of belonging.
"khaslana," he says. the hand she holds against his face is soon cradled by his. holding her hand still, he turns his head to leave a small kiss to the inside of her palm. khaslana lingers, pressing his lips to the battle harden skin as if this moment were a gift to him. eden is a gift, he decides then and there, one that he can't even conjure how he managed to receive. "you can call me khaslana." he sets his gaze on her, steady, focused. "it's the name that was first given to me, and the name that reminds me of time i spent in the fields of aedes elysiae as a boy." khaslana smiles, leaning more of his weight into her palm. the gold of eden's eyes shimmer, drawing him in, not allowing him to look anywhere else. and why would he look anywhere else when eden is right here in front of him, looking at him like he's the only one in the universe? "my name... from your mouth, it feels like home."
