💋 of course
she has been kind to him for years --- to the monk who lived in a wheelchair . they’ve bonded over this time , all the care she’s given him . in turn , he’s returned her hospitality in full , sparing glimpses and teaching her his practices . a shambali monk knows little , but of what he does is vast . he meditates , and every so often makes sure to entice her into some state of comfort to join him . oftentimes they share conversations , laughter , and most of all : stories of their travels . this is how they’ve bonded .
how they’ve come to love each other is like most others . finding similarities in each other , and knowing the differences is what binds them even more . he is thankful for her , to ground him --- to remind him of what little humanity he possesses . in the midst of a meditation , he is overshadowed by a familiar figure . eyes fail to open , as his deep concentration renders him motionless .
the warmth that spreads through his body from his lips and eyes opened only briefly to see just who dares interrupt . blissful feeling returns as eyes slide closed once more --- deep rouge overtaking the apples of his cheeks . as eagerly as a monk can , he’s pressing into the kiss , back lifting from his wheelchair , elbows propping up on the armrests . a light hum emanates , content .
@engclicht // a kiss on the lips .
