for years she questioned WHERE IS ALL THAT TIME THAT HEALS ? how long until she is saved ? how long until the pain leaves ? feet tucked under the edge of a duvet, mirror resting upon her knees. a book lay next to her, long forgotten to preen over her reflection. for years, the rose did not realize she was strong ( only recently she realized she was a weapon of herself ). no one could take that from her. in moments tucked away from time, she rests.
familiarity came upon the train, the thundering against the rails being nothing less then a lull to soothe her. the astral girl, born and bred of stars with a silver heart. fingertips curled against the edges of the mirror, placing it beside of the notebook & focusing her attention to him. it is strange. to feel like one is dreaming even when awake, as if this, if HE was simply a dream. it was beautiful.
❛ yes please ! i’d hate to have gained one & be unsure of which one it is. ❜
the sound of his leather gloves sliding through the the pages of the book he held, followed by a joyful hum coming from his throat made quite a better harmony than the sound of clockworks and constant metal clashing outside. without much concentration, his hands wandered around her desk looking for a bookmarker but his mind betrayed his own subconscious, her beauty was too much of sight for his eyes to miss.
after strolling blindly, his fingers met what they were looking for and gently he brought it to the pages in front of him. closing the book quickly, a soft sigh of effort came from his lips as he arched his back to left the chair’s comfort to meet hers.
—— ❛ you surely sound worried about it, eh? ❜
as the figure dressed in blue approaches, the sun fiercely touches his skin — and his battlescars were exposed for the first time in so long. some soft cuts from blades that travelled a short way through his lips, and his well-known trait, the scar that crosses his cheek ‘til the middle of his nose. he shakes his head as if dispersing unwanted thoughts, memories from that ruined past where he got those scars.
‘no. i won’t let that happen again. i’m not losing someone dear to me again.’ he thought to himself. another head shake just to distract himself before he could reach to her shoulders.
—— ❛ so you want me to... — ❜
as his eyes met her figure through the mirror’s reflection, something felt off for him as if a heavy sensation suddenly took over his chest and he just couldn’t push it off. the feeling of emptiness that haunted his life for a long time felt distant somehow, but before he could tell, the fear of not being enough for his lover took that place. trying to strike a confident air around her, his lips drew a much more innocent curve this time rather than his usual devilish smirk. he drove his eyes once again to hers.
—— ❛ so you want me to have a detailed look just like last time? ❜
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