tildenxtoots:
even though there was so much bad in the world, there was so much good too. tilden witnessed it now, staring into daisy’s eyes and having her take him to st. mungo’s. watching her fret about as the nurses tried to do their job. she was a ray of light in this life, one that made tilden keep holding onto hope. if there were still people like her – he knew the world would be okay. he knew that he’d be okay, as long as he had her.
so, he couldn’t stop touching her. couldn’t stop having her so close that he could breathe in her scent and feel her soft skin. tilden didn’t want them to be separated, wanted to be with her and to kiss her hard and whisper sweet nothings into her skin and thank her to the moon and back for getting them out of that dangerous situation. he wanted to worship her like the goddess he was.
you’re mine – and oh, how he was. how his eyes glittered for her and only her. how his heart beat fro her and only her. he nodded his head to her, with understanding and a soft smile on his face. “i know, love, i know.” he let his hand run through her hair.
with her suggestions, a big smile formed onto his face. “dais, that sounds wonderful.” the flowers loved it when she sang, having always leaned towards her. even when she was silent, tilden would notice how the plants would slightly lean towards her, too. “you have made me the happiest person already.” he tells her, whispers it into her hair as he places a small kiss to her head.
Daisy wondered sometimes, late at night when she most didn’t want to, why she fought so hard. He was the moon and she was the ocean tide, ever being pulled into him, and ever pulling herself away. It would be so easy to get lost in his eyes, in the warmth of his smile, in the comfort of his arms. Too easy. So easy that she might not ever find her way out again.
Even with what they were now, messy and undefined, it would hurt so much to lose him. How much more would it hurt to lose something she could put a name to?
Walden’s cold gaze and even icier words still echoed in her mind. Tilden would never speak to her so coolly, probably, but then, she had once thought Walden had a few warm corners hidden within the empty caverns of his heart. She couldn’t be wrong again.
Still, Tilden’s words made her smile-- and more than that, the happy smile on his own face, the one that she had put there, made her glow from her toes to her fingertips. Maybe she could find a way to do this. Maybe she could be brave enough, for him.
“I wish I wasn’t so scared,” she blurted suddenly, not sure if he would even know what she was talking about. The words couldn’t find their way to her tongue. “But it’s so-- big, you know? It’s everything. And the world can’t keep spinning without the sun. I can’t keep spinning.” He often called her his sun, but she knew he was the true warmth that made her heart beat ever faster, faster.















