the softest of kisses is pressed against his forehead, her hand brushing the curls from his face. ❛ i love you. ❜ - unwantedwife
he stirs, after remaining in a divided state between lingering awake and lumbering off to sleep. gentle hands caress and fingers become entangled and knotted in golden locks, yet the slight pain hardly bothers him. eyes still closed, a serene smile graces his lips. for all his woes and worries, his wife is an unfailing salvation who always somehow cures his troubled mind.
this, he thinks glee whenever doubt surges and tries to berate him. this is worth the universe. all the knowledge, all the beauty, all the wealth. it is worth the botched ink stain over his name within the archival records of his prestigious FAMILY. although, at times, he wonders what has become of his brother since.
at this moment he will not burden her with any grim thoughts, not at this pure and peaceful hour. he opens his eyes to the sight of her heavenly face, her hair a curly mess spilling onto the pillowcase and enacting almost as a second cushion for her head to rest upon. ❛ – something on your mind, dear? ❜ but he can see no trace of fear or query, so he reciprocates shortly thereafter. ❛ i love you too. ❜