smooches forehead ☺️ / asked by @caerlestis
𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. she, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊, brings forth her soothing presence ----- and with it this brilliant light that could blind even the darkness. alike a goddess, he surmises. plush lips press gently ‘gainst his forehead, ‘gainst the worry lines formed after years of constant stress. shortly thereafter, his heart begins to swell. 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 / 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝. for, undeserving is he, truly, of love and affection. the plague ‘pon this earth : man who creates life from death, the revered necromancer of fearsome dracula’s grand former army. a man -------- nay, a monster -------- such as he, deserved not such love.
weakened by emotions, however, fingers begin to flex at his side, curling and uncurling fists tentative in their desire to wrap ‘round her waist, caress the woman he so dearly cared for. inflicted with constant pain and agony, she sought only to relieve the stress of war woven into his brow with the gentlest of kisses ‘pon them. and, to his surprise, it had worked. perhaps . . . he would allow himself to indulge himself in this warmth, caress her as he so desperately wished. if only just this once, he sought after peace.
and he hums, softly, when her form leans back into the palms of his hands pressed against the curve of her lower back. ❛ hello to you too. ❜ the smallest of smiles curves the edges of his features into an expression reserved solely for her.
