#chissacrifice

Our   bones   shall   remain   a   testament   ,   long   after   we   are   gone   .

lorana   jinzler   /   mitth’ras’safis      (   for   @chissacrifice   )

          the kiss, as fleeting as it may be, lingers on his skin for several seconds even after she pulls away. a hand lifts, his fingers lightly touching to the spot on his cheek that she had kissed, and the lightest hint of a smile plays at his lips. the acts of affection between them are still fairly unfamiliar, but he can’t find it in him to complain about them  ( in truth, he enjoys them  ——  there was a time when he was uncertain that he’d be around to do such, so now, they’re treasured  ).   ❝  thank you, lorana jinzler.   ❞  he says, before leaning in so he may press a kiss of his own upon her forehead.

THERE   IS   SOMETHING   LIKE   THE   FEELING   OF   A   CANDLE   LIT   INSIDE   YOUR   BELLY   ,   a   warmth   ,   a   light   ,   a   little   FLUTTERING   FLICKER  of   a   feeling   you   still   don’t   know   how   to   name   .      Your   eyes   close   ,   a   smile      (   and   you   had   never   thought   yourself   particularly   demonstrative   before   now   )      blooming   upon   your   lips   as   he   kisses   you   .      It’s   soft   ,   just   as   chaste   as   your   own   had   been   ,   but   AFFECTION   is   still   so   unfamiliar      (   between   you   ,   to   you   )      that   it   seems   ,   somehow   ,   like   something   far   more   .

Your   hands   rest   against   his   chest   ,   fingers   curling   lightly   in   the   fabric   of   his   tunic   ;   half   to   steady   yourself   ,   and   half   because   you   need   the   REMINDER   ,   the   PROOF   ,   that   you   and   he   still   live   .      His   chest   rises   and   falls   beneath   your   hands   ,   and   for   a   long   moment   you   remain   silent   ,   CONTENT   to   simply   savor   the   warmth   this   affection   brings   .      Even   that   is   more   than   you   have   had   before   ;   something   to   replace   the   HOLLOWNESS   you   hadn’t   even   realized   had   grown   within   you   ,   steadily   carving   out   your   insides   until   nothing   remained   but   the   perfect   vessel   into   which   your   former   master   could   pour   all   of   his   cruel   beliefs   .      But   he   is   dead   ,   and   YOU   ARE   NOT   ,   and   you   think   ,   perhaps   ,   that   someday   soon   you   will   be   ready   to   name   the   feeling   that   lives   like   a   softly   glowing   ember   inside   the   hollow   of   your   chest   .

THEN   LET   US   BRING   THIS   PART   OF   HISTORY   TO    A   CLOSE      //      @chissacrifice

HIS   HAND   IS   SOFT   UPON   YOUR   SKIN   ,   cupping   your   cheek   with   a   gentleness   you   once   never   could   have   imagined   you   would   receive   ━━━   but   one   that   is   now   as   constant   as   breathing   .      Your   own   hand   raises   to   rest   atop   his   ,   holding   him   there   to   let   you   press   your   lips   to   his   palm   .      It’s   a   kiss   as   gentle   as   his   caress   ,   and   fleeting   ,   as   silver   eyes   cast   upwards   towards   his   and   you   SMILE   ;   softly   ,   brilliantly   ,   adoringly   .      The   words   escape   your   lips   like   a   peal   of   bells   ,   ringing   with   the   hints   of   laughter   ,                  ❛      I   love   you   ,   Syndic   Mitth’ras’safis   .      ❜