@evilbane sent: brushes bangs from his face, tucks a strand of crimson behind his ear. “ they were in the way. ” unprompted .
Laughter shines through, soft and quiet as if to preserve the fragility of a memory that was meant to be. ❝ Thoughtful, ❞ he murmurs, mouth a sincere smile at the sweetness of the gesture. Face moves as fingers fix his appearance, lips coming to press against the tenderness of their wrist with a bewitched reverence and ample vibrant care. ❝ What would I do without you ? ❞
Hands come to seek refuge against the firmness of their waist, proximity brought to rest as a still grieving soul affirms its life in the singing safety of its lover.
He felt younger... simpler, and, as fingers splayed themselves against soft fabric, for once, the feeling brought no shame. ❝ I was thinking of you earlier. ❞ An admission that shows its face with no trepidation ( as it once did ), brave and unrepentant and free. ❝ For no rhyme or reason. Is that silly of me ? ❞ But he supposed if one became astray in unfamiliar grounds, the mind was bound to return to a homely hearth ( and the body would lead him there, guided by the north star in the stygian night ).
