it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
He breaks the rules, and she cannot blame him, clinging with dexterous fingers to the locks of thick, dark hair. He runs and she feels like she's flying, the pair of the cutting through the darkness and leaving streaks of hellfire light. And though it strains her arms, though her fingers protest, the Shield does not let go.
She will cling to him, run with him, through any light and shadow. She will be a beacon in his darkness, as he has been in hers.
When he stops she is still there, small and coiled in his fur, draped across his form. She disengages slowly, carefully, never quite releasing for fear he'll flee again. Taking back her feline form the girl drapes across him, her limbs spread out across his back, a purr rising like thunder from her breast.
Yes, she affirms fervently, adoringly. Yes. It is enough.
{fin}
She will cling to him, run with him, through any light and shadow. She will be a beacon in his darkness, as he has been in hers.
When he stops she is still there, small and coiled in his fur, draped across his form. She disengages slowly, carefully, never quite releasing for fear he'll flee again. Taking back her feline form the girl drapes across him, her limbs spread out across his back, a purr rising like thunder from her breast.
Yes, she affirms fervently, adoringly. Yes. It is enough.
{fin}
