Zavien
His eyes watched for the tiny shifts, capturing the quirk of her lips and the gentle brush of her lashes across her cheeks, the wind catching a strand of hair to twirl in its grasp. He wanted to reach out and feel it for himself, to memorize the texture between his fingers.
Before he could think much on it, he was propped on an elbow, his hand outstretched to claim the strand from the wind. He tucked it behind her ear as she talked, noticing how soft and light it felt, giving way easily to his directions. His head tilted at her words, sequestering them in a small pocket behind his sternum as he cradled her cheek, content to admire her with quiet affection as he echoed the sentiments. "For this to never end." With his back to the world, he leaned into this - her - ignoring all the disbelief and amazement in equal measures, unable to comprehend how far this feeling went.
Before he could think much on it, he was propped on an elbow, his hand outstretched to claim the strand from the wind. He tucked it behind her ear as she talked, noticing how soft and light it felt, giving way easily to his directions. His head tilted at her words, sequestering them in a small pocket behind his sternum as he cradled her cheek, content to admire her with quiet affection as he echoed the sentiments. "For this to never end." With his back to the world, he leaned into this - her - ignoring all the disbelief and amazement in equal measures, unable to comprehend how far this feeling went.
That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
