#devotion fragment

⧼ all i've offered was love, cloaked in reverence ⧽

In the candlelit halls we weave through this Arcadian landscape— your home, that you’ve allowed me to take up this permanent residence.

You crafted it so carefully and brought me here. I walk through your sanctuary, realizing that you’ve adorned it with the devotions I offer you.

My hand traces the words I’ve written, etched in the stone— but I see you’ve painted them in gold, consecrating the liturgies I’ve given to you.

You bring us to the altar, stopping just shy. Soft smile I provide you with— and you reflect in kind.

I tell you, in the hush between heartbeats— that all I’ve offered was love, cloaked in reverence, knotted into every fragment, a whispered yearning: choose me too.

And you, without ceremony or rush, press your hand to mine, and in your gaze, the answer gleams: I already did.

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⧼ you are my oxygen ⧽

Your hand pulls me under— and I find I never cared for oxygen.

Written in your depths are ancient whispers, begging for anyone to listen. I’ve heard it.

Your quiet echoes— prayers asking for healing, grasping onto anything that might provide answers to your confessions.

I reach your depths. Unwritten agony on your face— and I wonder how long you’ve been here, hiding.

But now— I live in the quiet beside you.

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