“How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.” ( bye
sleeping at last starters ( ACCEPTING )
her eyes would watch the stars scattered upon the darkness of the sheets above them, hand laced in her lover’s and the newfound sensation of utter content embracing the two in their little wonderland in the midst of their living room. the lights of the decorations that were wrapped messily above the blankets ( woven into the chairs in some sort of expertise ) held a slight glimmer in their gentle radiance, as if the supposed stars above symbolized the smiles that the stars gifted a love like theirs. her lips would search for his fingertips, kisses scattered upon his knuckles and the back of his hand like newly formed constellations, the slight smile pressed into his skin urging a smile upon his own ( and the sight of it merely brought a soft sigh of content to escape her, the girl leaning over to wrap her arms around him, toppling him over and bringing him closer to gift him with all of her love ).
“oh?” she could hear him muse, smirk muffled by her neck as she merely nuzzled closer, fingers curling into dark locks of hair in an absentminded manner. “what’s all this about? not that i don’t love it,” he’d murmur, the girl merely shaking her head just the slightest in reply.
“i just like giving you all of my love,” she’d mumble against him, his hands soft upon her as they lazily trailed up her spine, pressing her flush against him as soft kisses were sprinkled upon her shoulder, upon her neck, like stars falling from the heavens upon the humble earth.
“that makes two of us,” he murmured, smile growing as she pressed happy, adoring kisses upon him once more. no matter how old the two were, or how long such antics were performed, it seemed that they would never truly outgrow the joys of such simple joys ( but she would never mind - doing such a thing like this reminded her of so much that she had yet to experience, had yet to know of, though she was slowly finding these things with her lover ). he would never truly know just how much the girl appreciated him, just how much she loved him, just how much she adored him and valued him ; it wasn’t as if she couldn’t tell him ( if she wished to, she’d tell him every single day of such thoughts ), but simply because if she did, then such thoughts would cease to matter as much as they would stored in her mind, like a hidden treasure that would be found only by him ; not by those who could hear.
“mm, you know,” the girl would sigh against him, fingers that once were in his hair falling to his shoulders, slowly moving to find his cheek as she shifted in his arms, legs entangled in his and eyes soft as they searched for his, “ there’s something even better than that.” with the bemused raise of his brow and the twinkle and his eye, she’d lean forward, slowly peppering kisses upon his features. “that i, natalia blanche,” she’d begin, kisses pressed upon his forehead, upon his temple, “ was blessed enough to exist, in the same time as you.” her kisses lingered upon his cheek, upon his chin, though his fingers easily curved around her chin, along her jaw, bringing her to his lips with ease.
“thank you, damian,” she’d whisper, their kiss igniting their souls of all of the love that they had been starved of , bringing light to their intertwined future.
“i’m not saying it’s good that there’s a murder spree going on-” a great way to start a sentence, definitely not even a little suspicious, “- i’m just saying that the entire town has kinda come together since it started. like the good in a bad situation.”
“---beg PARDON ??” and the shifter hated the way his voice came out a note too high, perpetual ANXIETY causing eyes to squeeze shut. a new city, an unknown territory; elliot was nervous to ask what looked like a friendly stranger for the closest inn or motel, the remnants of PARANOIA causing heart to seize momentarily.
❝ i don’t care if you’re bored, damian. i’m working on something, ❞ erica hissed playfully, swatting his hands away from her. flicking her hair over her shoulder, the pads of the werewolf’s fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, dark hues scanning the words. leaning back in the seat, the blonde slapped her tongue against its bed as she drummed her fingernails against the table, thinking of what to write next.
❝ okay i have something important to ask - ❞ she pauses for a moment to increase the dramatic effect. ❝ will you come trick or treating? ❞ were they too old to be doing that? yes. but did she care? not a single bit.
I just wanna tell you nat is a a+ muse, I wanna hold her, damian wants to hold her, we all wanna hold her and die and be happy. I LOVE NAT !!!
!!!!! omg thank you !!! i’m so happy ahhhh i love nat and damian’s relationships it’s so cute and fluffy and tender and yes ???? i love damian he’s hella radical and nat adores him ???? i adore him ??? everyone loves damian he’s coolio beans !!! thank you omg !!
