DINOPUNCHING SENT: YOU GET ME THROUGH EVERY DARK NIGHT.
celestial shades write poetry as they wrap around the outside of her body & he finds himself lost and thinking of sailors again, thinking of ship’s logs where the only guiding light is the moon above & feels their words becoming music as they trap between the hollows of his ribs. he understands. he understands because he has been adrift in the expanse of his body for longer than even he knows, & when she shines, she pulls him back to his own ossein as if the tides are hers to command; he thinks now he should call her galene for the way she calms every storm that threatens to form waves, his own goddess who does not become ash under a sinners palms. this is a temple where he can love her, taste the starlight as it pools in the dip of her collarbone & surrender himself to a place where his hands do not only know blood; it is love. the words feel heavier now they are said, now they have been kissed into every inch of her body & whispered into the softness of the night where old monsters are made easy work of beyond the walls of blankets that caress skin still shining with evidence of their affection. they lay nose to nose, create an endless cycle of breathing life back against one another as if they learn to sustain like this, counting the clusters of freckles on her cheeks until his mind turns them to constellations. there’s a weighted intensity to the silence until @dinopunching speaks, & he wants to say there is nothing he has done, that the ruin he brings cannot be anything other than sharp, but the rawness washes over her cheeks & he finds himself biting his tongue. ❛ well, no one’s going to believe you if you tell them that. ❜ self - depreciation falls with a huff of laughter, a tease that slips easily and keeps them in the honey - thick space where horrors can be shared, the world less between their palms. ❛ i’m here danvers, i’m always right here with you in it. ❜