Amalia
the shield of safrin
The proclamation, the hand on her chin; she reacts to it as though her body and soul were made to lead to this moment, rising on tiptoes to meet his mouth. If his kiss is a gentle promise hers in an ardent oath, arms rising in the moments after lips meet to wrap around his shoulders. Without hesitation Amalia places herself into his arms, leaning in and grasping at jawbones with a fervent adoration. It is not wanton or hedonistic, but pure in its desire: to claim him as hers in front of their dearest ones, and to place herself as his.
She pulls away only after they are both satisfied, dropping her hands to rest in his for another beat of her heart. Dark eyes vibrant with joy and mirth dazzle in her angular face, gemstones set into fine-cut sandstone full of passion, devotion, love. Again she squeezes against his fingers, springing up on curled toes to plant another kiss.
She pulls away only after they are both satisfied, dropping her hands to rest in his for another beat of her heart. Dark eyes vibrant with joy and mirth dazzle in her angular face, gemstones set into fine-cut sandstone full of passion, devotion, love. Again she squeezes against his fingers, springing up on curled toes to plant another kiss.
i belong to you
the way the stars belong to the moon
the way the stars belong to the moon
