clawins asked: they lean in, slowly but surely... their lips almost against his, yet they whisper, "... tell me what i make you feel."
So close the two were as gentle their steps were along the meadow. To make the small flowers bloom beneath their feet while they danced to their own melody. The rays of the sunlight that peered through the clouds, bouncing off silky red hair & that sparkled alongside their golden hues. The two engulfed in their little act of tenderness, that was soon to be sealed with a gentle kiss yet it was ceased. A question which required him to search deep into memories, long before this dance, but to when he was far younger. ❝ For starters Io, you make me feel like that the night will never loose its’ endless beauty. How when I would run along the forrest floors, it was though you always watched over. Making sure I never got caught. ❞ Hand would grab others and pull it to his lips. Pressing a kiss upon wrist, before green eyes opened to peer upon their partner. Holding their softness, as once more another kiss was placed upon Its’ palm.
❝ You make me feel okay to share what I have done. To confess the sins I’ve caused through the millenniums I’ve lived through. Perhaps, it’s that you give me strength. ❞ No, not the physical kind, he has grown far beyond the need for that. It was something else, something that he longed for such a long time. ❝ Io, truth be told, you made me feel that it was okay to have a heart. To make it beat, & have others. No, to have you listen in on it. That is what you mean to me, so go on give me the kiss you deprived me of before you tell me what I am to you. ❞
