@deaththroned liked for a starter.
he imagines a beauty much like hers could bring any to their knees , but it is simply a byproduct of his person to keep his own locked in place. it does not mean they are not weakened , no. his legs tremble each time she is near , although the moment passes much quicker now. he , promised an eternity with her , is ever grateful.
he still struggles to say it aloud.
❛ we can take our time. ❜ he traipses grasslands and low hills , the heartbeat of the motherland steady beneath his bare feet. his eyes glow at the forefront of a sunset as he holds her hand in his own gentle as a cat. to be delicate is never to coddle but to show favor. of course , he shows favor to very little , and for him to be delicate is for the world to freeze long enough for him to inhale. it is crucial.
it is a habit that has both hindered and healed im in equal measures. the darkness that follows him lags further behind when she is beside him. though not much. it falls in stride beside hers. ❛ i am in no hurry to return home just yet. are you ? ❜
