// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
He has never been as loud and as certain as her, or his parents, or even some of the others they grew up with or know now. Maybe in some ways, like racing headlong into adventure and fun in their youth, less brave than just ignorant, laughter easier to come by when there'd been less to weigh him down and more reason to lift others up. He'd always had big shoes to fill, had always stood in the long shadows cast by others he knew. He never minded letting them unfurl further, just as content to see how far they could extend as they were to reach. His vibrancy found other ways to escape, and sometimes snuffed out entirely.
While she learned to erect walls and scale obstacles, soaring over problems like a blazing phoenix, he found ways to dig down into the shale of his wants, erecting bunkers to weather out storms until his spark could catch again into something noticeable. She'd always taken notice, had always lent her natural flame to his gathered scraps, until something close enough to a fire could be proclaimed. Where others had lent their elements to the bad weather, Mel had always dared to burn it away, like she means to prove enough fire can defeat the rain.
That's why admitting to her, at long last, just what she means comes easily enough. It's always been there, tucked behind his teeth like a whisper, unheard over the roar of greater things. With the threat of her flame billowing in the gale of uncertainty though, one that's chilled him too often, he finds the volume above something unspoken. Maybe that's what it's always been about, each of them igniting when the other needs to watch something burn.
The last bit of worry curls up into ash between them as she presses back with all the assurance he's always wanted. He's never considered another, has no practice to speak of, but instinct alone bids him to remove the space that remains between them. If she's offering, he means to claim all of it. His lean over her already has him fitted between her legs, but he sinks his weight onto her further, erasing more of the distance. One arm still braces around her head, but the other falls from her cheek to her hip, running up the length of her side. Even with a sweater between them, finally being able to accomplish such a touch causes something like a sigh of relief to slip free. "You've had my heart since the moment I met you, Mel" he murmurs against the corner of her mouth, stubble drawn against her skin with the reluctance to part from her. He pulls back just enough to catch the burn of her eyes though, to trace the shapes of his affection against her like it's something new he gets to watch.
"You're incredible," he can't help but say, admiration on full display as his fingers roam to the hem of the fabric that keeps him from her skin.
While she learned to erect walls and scale obstacles, soaring over problems like a blazing phoenix, he found ways to dig down into the shale of his wants, erecting bunkers to weather out storms until his spark could catch again into something noticeable. She'd always taken notice, had always lent her natural flame to his gathered scraps, until something close enough to a fire could be proclaimed. Where others had lent their elements to the bad weather, Mel had always dared to burn it away, like she means to prove enough fire can defeat the rain.
That's why admitting to her, at long last, just what she means comes easily enough. It's always been there, tucked behind his teeth like a whisper, unheard over the roar of greater things. With the threat of her flame billowing in the gale of uncertainty though, one that's chilled him too often, he finds the volume above something unspoken. Maybe that's what it's always been about, each of them igniting when the other needs to watch something burn.
The last bit of worry curls up into ash between them as she presses back with all the assurance he's always wanted. He's never considered another, has no practice to speak of, but instinct alone bids him to remove the space that remains between them. If she's offering, he means to claim all of it. His lean over her already has him fitted between her legs, but he sinks his weight onto her further, erasing more of the distance. One arm still braces around her head, but the other falls from her cheek to her hip, running up the length of her side. Even with a sweater between them, finally being able to accomplish such a touch causes something like a sigh of relief to slip free. "You've had my heart since the moment I met you, Mel" he murmurs against the corner of her mouth, stubble drawn against her skin with the reluctance to part from her. He pulls back just enough to catch the burn of her eyes though, to trace the shapes of his affection against her like it's something new he gets to watch.
"You're incredible," he can't help but say, admiration on full display as his fingers roam to the hem of the fabric that keeps him from her skin.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
