they come from different worlds.
Dante has lived a life steeped in blood and torment, a restless and pained soul endlessly seeking a way to feel settled.
Kendall has lived a life far less difficult, the path that led her to this complex man less treacherous than his own. still they’ve found over time they’re more similar than they believed.
both of their hearts are too big for their own good. they’re smart and witty and capable of keeping up with one another on every level. she’s compassionate and lacks the judgment others may levy toward him for the things he’s done. he’s wise beyond his years, a great listening ear, a gentle man despite challenges life has presented.
she’s also generous with her time, to which he benefits, even if he knows deep down it would be better for them both to stay away.
“are you awake?” she asks, chin coming to rest on his shoulder, looking up expectantly.
her touch, soft as a butterfly coming to rest against the leather that protects him, serves as a reminder of what home is supposed to feel like.
his response is a tick of his lip, a sleepy smirk that promises they’ll discuss his day later, when he’s no longer resting against the wall to get a moment of reprieve.
it’s selfish of each of them to indulge the other’s affection yet they couldn’t be forced apart if they tried.
sometimes home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling, a person, a settling of your restless soul that allows your heavy eyes to close for long enough your body relaxes in tandem.
