“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”
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nomadic. two creatures of shadows, unrepentantly free, unchained to no place and no one. except . . . except, what happens when you push two celestial orbs together ?? lonesome in their orbit, fearsome in the magnetic pull, devourers of worlds. there is beauty in chaos, like the inexplicable attraction towards open flame. are they not, then, all moths drawn to their death ?? lambs for the slaughter, wearing wolf teeth around their necks, waiting to see which one howls the loudest.
what is it about him that turns her into starburst ?? one glance from him, one touch of rough digits across perpetually unmarred flesh and she’s melting, floating, lost amidst the cosmos. she takes his bloodied hands and wraps his fingers ‘round her neck, slips herself whole inside the maw of the beast. people like them thrive in danger, let it coil around their bones, whisper in their ears. people like them aren’t meant to be sedated.
she’s pressed against his side, fingers spread across his beating heart. it echoes through her bones, furnishes the empty house her body used to be. it makes her soft. her mother always told her that there are locked rooms inside every woman; some men come with keys. others break the fucking walls down. she said nothing about those who coax you to open it from within, to take down your own fortress, one brick at a time. but, then again, frank castle is not a man that can be categorised in neat little boxes. he lives to defy.
their dog is sleeping in her lap, shadow curled up against frank’s other side, the tv playing some mindless horror flick that’s all jumpscares and cheap costumes, and honestly, jessica has never felt more domestic. her mouth still tastes of blood from where she’s licked it from his split lip, and she’s decided for a night in so he wouldn’t tear his damn stitches again, but it’s as close to normalcy as they can get. and then he speaks, and she feels her heart stutter.
“ yeah ?? ” hickory hues flicker from the screen up to his face, and, if her whole body wasn’t already vibrating with the confession, it would be now. she hides it against his chest and then, as she shifts to straddle his thighs, much to the pets’ dismay, her eyes are suspiciously shiny and wet. her hands find his cheeks, pads catching onto the stubble, before mouth crashes against mouth, needy and gentle and overflowing with love.
“ you are my home, frank. ”
