Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
She wilts under the kiss, feeling the soft exhale against her hairline as he moves, wondering if he's about to do it - if he's about to leave. Her eyes don't open, squeezed tight as she braces for it like she would a cresting wave, but when he doesn't pull away, when his shirt is still firmly between her fingers, when his voice still carries that aching softness, Thal finally gives a slow blink, glancing up to see what he holds.
Her breath catches, the various elements of the necklace portraying a perfect harmony of them. Her eyes scan the piece, their blue depths pained and tender at its sharp edges and dark beauty even before she notices its twin resting against the flat of his chest.
The gesture leaves her breathless, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear as she's flooded with the proof of their bond, that she hadn't been the only one whose thoughts had strayed. They may not have had time, but they'd had connection, and they both know she doesn't need a reminder of that. Even once he's gone and the purple stain on her heart has been removed, the echo will remain, the memories, the feelings. She couldn't forget them if she tried - not that she wants to.
But this...
This is something tangible, more than the assumptions or thoughts and more than the weak archives of her memories. This wouldn't fade. This wouldn't leave her.
Thal nods her head, unable to say all the words and how it could never replace him. Instead, she slowly inches away only enough to turn in his grasp, pulling the curtain of her dark waves aside to reveal the soft skin of her neck as she looks hesitantly over her shoulder, like he might vanish if she blinks too long.
Her breath catches, the various elements of the necklace portraying a perfect harmony of them. Her eyes scan the piece, their blue depths pained and tender at its sharp edges and dark beauty even before she notices its twin resting against the flat of his chest.
The gesture leaves her breathless, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear as she's flooded with the proof of their bond, that she hadn't been the only one whose thoughts had strayed. They may not have had time, but they'd had connection, and they both know she doesn't need a reminder of that. Even once he's gone and the purple stain on her heart has been removed, the echo will remain, the memories, the feelings. She couldn't forget them if she tried - not that she wants to.
But this...
This is something tangible, more than the assumptions or thoughts and more than the weak archives of her memories. This wouldn't fade. This wouldn't leave her.
Thal nods her head, unable to say all the words and how it could never replace him. Instead, she slowly inches away only enough to turn in his grasp, pulling the curtain of her dark waves aside to reveal the soft skin of her neck as she looks hesitantly over her shoulder, like he might vanish if she blinks too long.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
