“ we both have our rabid hearts. ” / @cendreux : be my valentine ( open )
the sun skirts the aura of her body like rings of honey , creating a halo of soft yellow light . daybreak in broken lines . it radiates layers of shadows where he kneads hera's shoulders , moving to cup over her neck . the magician's eyes blink heavy as he smiles down at her , bringing his hand in to intertwine with hers . a light brushing of her knuckles , absently feeling the smooth lines of her skin . the comment makes him laugh . light and airy / brushing away a stray curl on his nose with the puff of it . he brings their joined hands over to his chest . his fingers sprawl to warm hers against him , watching the softest specks of dust in the air move along with them .
❛ is it safe to stop using plurals for our heart now ? ❜ he asks , leaning closer to hera . his nose nudges hers gently before leaving a teasing brush over her lips , kissing the corner of them instead . he moves up her cheek , just as close , and stopping at the ear . ❛ i quite like thinking i can share its fanatics with you . ❜
it feels light and floating , and he urges hera into him like the weight of her body pressed against his fills that piece . the softest pressure . like it eases the oxygen through him , and he’s there — where the sun meets sea and the brightness grows too big to handle . but that's always been just how he begs to keep it .
