❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜
words cause a smile to be pulled like dawn across her face. steady , rosy light through the windows and to their bed where tangled limbs stretch. there’s a kiss to sabine’s cheek / jaw / shoulder. soft lips to warm skin , lunafreya pulls them closer. “ did we? ”
memory is of bodies pressed together. a hesitant laugh, a flushed chest exposed. the awkward rhythm of exploration / of love spoken without words. and beneath it the desperation that comes from memorizing the edges of a burning map. trying to remember the shape of a home that one day will no longer be left standing.
( she knows the gods and their steady hands of fate too well )
a kiss to their collarbone / sternum / stomach. sunlight smile and shaking hands lace through sabine’s. a map unfinished, mouth travels further down. speaks around the nerves, around the smell of fire.
" who said we were done? “