amunct:
( 𓆗 ) Never had their lives been e a s y, pledged to violence since its maws had clamped shut around their throats, but even as her chest tightens beneath her breast at what the future may plan for them, her memories were nothing less of p e r f e c t. ❝ Maybe not, but it was a better time— a perfect life all the same. ❞ Longing did nothing to undo the f r a y e d edges which time had pulled, a dream long since gone from their hands.
“It was better,” he breathed, reaching out to twine his fingers around his lover’s hair. Because, as much as he wanted to, as much as the pain in his chest demanded it, he could not deem their life before as perfect. He’d seen the folly of living in the past, the corruption it bestowed on the present vision. Even if he found himself pledged to the past, he would not be bound to it. “But we press forward, my love.”
