DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES @dragonridrs : [ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead
it's not often that they get to lounge. ( it's not often that you choose to lounge ). but something about hayden seems to tether her, anchor her back to this plane of existence, rather than allowing her to bound among the stars and clouds and wind and flying feathers. or maybe she was just tired.
regardless of the why, the what was devastatingly peaceful, resting beside the other flier, one hand with fingers intertwined, the other resting on her abdomen, rising and falling with each passing breath. fire crackled nearby and warmed them both and then those impossibly-soft lips are on her brow and she thinks she's melted into a puddle, dripping through fingers, sliding down into the earth. a lazy smile crosses lips, and for a beat it's nothing but lovely. β my mouth is down here, silly, β she quips quietly, a dazed, loving look in eyes turned to the other.
