@mysticpegasus | X
“Must you sound so surprised that I missed you? You wound me, Medusa.”
There was an amused hint to his tone. Of course he had missed her. Her presence, her voice, her eyes, all brought him a feeling of peace. Her warmth against him and the familiar softness of her skin.
His forehead leaned against her shoulder and a shuddery breath was taken in. “I missed you more than I can properly put into words. No amount of flowery poetry I could conjure to my lips could properly convey it. I thought...to never look upon you again...”






