your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora feels it too, the almost awkward nakedness of it, though awkward is too small a word for something that has left them lying side by side with no skin left on the inside, every soft and messy and too-bright thing in her still visible to him through the warm hum of the bond. It should make her want to curl inward, probably, should make some clever, defensive little part of her grab for a joke or a sheet or literally anything to put between herself and the unbearable intimacy of being known this completely, but instead she feels herself turning toward it, drawn helplessly into that exposed warmth like a flower following the sun. There is no recoil in her, no instinct to hide, only this strange and aching want to be seen even more fully by someone who loves her like this, by someone whose love doesn’t look away when it finds her ridiculous, wrecked, flushed, greedy, tender, tear-streaked, and still somehow asking for more.
She hums in weary agreement, laughter slipping through her breath as he nudges against her, and gods, if her body had even a scrap of useful energy left, she’d roll over him and kiss every inch of his stupidly handsome face until he regretted offering compliments while she was too boneless to properly weaponize affection. Since her limbs are currently operating with all the urgency of decorative seaweed, she settles instead for letting the bond carry what her body can’t, pulsing her affection toward him in a warm, lazy rush before her mouth curves into a soft, crooked smile. "No, you," she murmurs, the protest quiet and fond and absolutely childish.
His admission draws a thoughtful little hum from her, and she cuddles herself even closer against him, chasing the fit of their bodies with a quiet, instinctive shift before exhaling a warm breath against his skin. "It feels like finally being able to hear or taste or touch after having never done it before," she says softly, her brows pulling together with the helplessness of trying to explain something that has already spilled too far beyond language. She gives her head a small shake, because now that she knows what he feels like from the inside, now that love and want and wonder have moved between them without translation, she can’t imagine going back to being blind to him, not without some part of the world seeming flatter for it.
Her fingertips splay slowly across his chest, the motion quiet and possessive in the gentlest possible way. "I’m not exactly sure what the range on these are," she admits, tilting her head just enough to try and steal a slice of him through her peripheral vision, her voice still soft. "I know the Attuned bond doesn’t go on forever, and I think I’ve heard that it’s like...as far as you can shout?" She lifts her head slightly then, enough to look down at him with flushed cheeks, wrecked curls, and eyes full of affection, her smile turning helpless and bright at the edges. "Good thing we’re both loud then, huh?"
She hums in weary agreement, laughter slipping through her breath as he nudges against her, and gods, if her body had even a scrap of useful energy left, she’d roll over him and kiss every inch of his stupidly handsome face until he regretted offering compliments while she was too boneless to properly weaponize affection. Since her limbs are currently operating with all the urgency of decorative seaweed, she settles instead for letting the bond carry what her body can’t, pulsing her affection toward him in a warm, lazy rush before her mouth curves into a soft, crooked smile. "No, you," she murmurs, the protest quiet and fond and absolutely childish.
His admission draws a thoughtful little hum from her, and she cuddles herself even closer against him, chasing the fit of their bodies with a quiet, instinctive shift before exhaling a warm breath against his skin. "It feels like finally being able to hear or taste or touch after having never done it before," she says softly, her brows pulling together with the helplessness of trying to explain something that has already spilled too far beyond language. She gives her head a small shake, because now that she knows what he feels like from the inside, now that love and want and wonder have moved between them without translation, she can’t imagine going back to being blind to him, not without some part of the world seeming flatter for it.
Her fingertips splay slowly across his chest, the motion quiet and possessive in the gentlest possible way. "I’m not exactly sure what the range on these are," she admits, tilting her head just enough to try and steal a slice of him through her peripheral vision, her voice still soft. "I know the Attuned bond doesn’t go on forever, and I think I’ve heard that it’s like...as far as you can shout?" She lifts her head slightly then, enough to look down at him with flushed cheeks, wrecked curls, and eyes full of affection, her smile turning helpless and bright at the edges. "Good thing we’re both loud then, huh?"
