JUDE
you're like the sun, you wake me up
Every vowel is a thread of steel winding between frayed edges, every consonant a nova of faith so intense it burns away the rot and taint of terror and inadequacy festering inside. As dark as the stone she places in his palm, as if it has been collected and encased forever; a testament of both her power and this pivotal moment. Warm and heavy in his hand, he can scarcely look upon it. Every millisecond, any fraction of time so infinitesimal it cannot be equated, is too long to look away from her.
Her lips are warm against his brow, shaking a fractured exhale from his chest the moment she anoints him with her love in such a way. He cannot hold her any longer than she desires to be held, but her words are an earthquake that shake aftershocks through his marrow even after she has departed. Words could not have held enough meaning to have spoken them in the moment, but there is no regret to have been silent and awed as she shaped him anew with every word she saw fit to bestow.
No, no regret at all. Because the stone is heavy and alive between his fingers, and even her absence feels weighted and holy; there is no place she cannot go, and she will always hear him. So he presses the stone to his lips before he moves to wear it, lips curled in the brightest, easiest smile he's worn in years as he replies, "I will. For you, I will."
- Fin
Her lips are warm against his brow, shaking a fractured exhale from his chest the moment she anoints him with her love in such a way. He cannot hold her any longer than she desires to be held, but her words are an earthquake that shake aftershocks through his marrow even after she has departed. Words could not have held enough meaning to have spoken them in the moment, but there is no regret to have been silent and awed as she shaped him anew with every word she saw fit to bestow.
No, no regret at all. Because the stone is heavy and alive between his fingers, and even her absence feels weighted and holy; there is no place she cannot go, and she will always hear him. So he presses the stone to his lips before he moves to wear it, lips curled in the brightest, easiest smile he's worn in years as he replies, "I will. For you, I will."
- Fin
but you drain me out if I get too much
