he told me i was holy
She wonders if she’s ever truly known happiness, or if it had always been a ploy. Once, she had thought she was happy, a forced prison of white castle walls, but perhaps it had been her way of coping. There was freedom in the way the light filtered in and accentuated Bastien as he moves, and her sapphire gaze skates over him, watching the way his curls fall into his face and dance across his nose with the movement as he reaches for her. She smiles to him, a soft ‘good morning’ smile that’s filled to the brim with the feeling of joy and tenderness. His arms take her in and his face buries in her thigh as he muffles a good morning that causes a chime of a laugh to leave her chest.
She leans into him, partially across him as she reaches with a pale hand to brush his hair away from his ears and face. “Good morning, Love.” Her voice is soft, and her mind focuses on him and his touch (however muted it may be) to keep her grounded and rooted. The nightmares fade away from the forefront of her mind as she leans further against him onto her back as her dark hair falls in waves along the bed.
She doesn’t need to breathe any longer but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t mimic the intake of a sigh as she stares at the ceiling. It’s such a nice morning, the sun filtering out overhead as night takes over. She doesn’t want to ruin it, but the more she thinks on it the more she realizes she’ll have a very long nice life of waking up just as this. She rolls over onto her side and moves her legs slightly as she regards him. “Now that I’m mostly used to this new me, can I tell you why I decided to do it?” She asks quietly, a question glimmering in her eyes. “Mostly because of this —” She pauses to gesture to him and the bed around them as she smiles a small fanged one to him. “— but there are other reasons too.”
She leans into him, partially across him as she reaches with a pale hand to brush his hair away from his ears and face. “Good morning, Love.” Her voice is soft, and her mind focuses on him and his touch (however muted it may be) to keep her grounded and rooted. The nightmares fade away from the forefront of her mind as she leans further against him onto her back as her dark hair falls in waves along the bed.
She doesn’t need to breathe any longer but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t mimic the intake of a sigh as she stares at the ceiling. It’s such a nice morning, the sun filtering out overhead as night takes over. She doesn’t want to ruin it, but the more she thinks on it the more she realizes she’ll have a very long nice life of waking up just as this. She rolls over onto her side and moves her legs slightly as she regards him. “Now that I’m mostly used to this new me, can I tell you why I decided to do it?” She asks quietly, a question glimmering in her eyes. “Mostly because of this —” She pauses to gesture to him and the bed around them as she smiles a small fanged one to him. “— but there are other reasons too.”
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