35 for Brenall/Merit & 39 for Orberek/Rinua
35 for Brenall/Merit - I hate trying to put my desire into words when my body knows exactly what to say. Come home. (You can’t start a fire without a spark.)Before him there had been silence. Before his quiet footsteps moved through the halls of her ship or her house she had moved with only her own echoes to keep her company. Words had never been her weapon. Her body spoke volumes. In that way nothing had changed. She could say more with a touch on his arm or back than fumbling words ever could. She could be strong and gentle, demanding and so warmly giving without having to breathe a syllable. And she had no expectations of him. No desire to tie him to her. To chain him. She only wanted him to allow her to offer him a place. Somewhere to return to. Somewhere he would always have. A place that he could call home. ______39. for Orberek/RinuaThere should be a word for a threat that is also a promise. Because that is what I want you to hold me down and do. (I love you)Years had passed and they had never said it. Maybe it didn’t occur to them to. Or maybe it was just that they said it in a dozen, a hundred, a thousand different ways every moment of every day. A nod to encourage a killing blow. (I love you)A surge of jealousy at the attention of another. (I love you)A second longer of struggle before submitting. (I love you)A flash of warning in a stare. A retaliatory smile at an enemy. A Laugh too long at another’s joke while envisioning the unclothed curve of a leg, the wrap of muscular arms. (I love you, I love you, I love you)There would always be an edge of violence in even their most gentle coming togethers. They were unceasing engines that destroyed their enemies and built up a world that could house them but would never withstand them. And when they were alone, when there were no need for lingering stares or wordless messages sent between minds, they destroyed and built each other up in a dozen, a hundred, a thousand little ways. (I love you)
















