DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Perhaps they were fools, but they were fools together, and he snorted at her response, for all the lightness he couldn’t quantify, for all the things he had now that once were so out of reach. A brow and some sort of smug, superior smirk hastened its way to his mouth at her insinuations, at the long con, and the dulcet flick of her finger on his nose. Anyone else might have received raised hackles; Amalia was granted Cheshire grins and mischief, walls and fortifications left open. “It all makes sense now,” his deep voice rose along the cooling water, bounding against the basin; the rosy hue to his cheeks gone, credence and assurances sizzling on his features, in his eyes. He didn’t mock her now, didn’t squander things away on teasing or ruses, the silly lines gone, the benediction for her on the breadth of his breath. “Even with the praying, baking, and books, I was drawn to your strong heart and convictions.” There was more, so much more, but he waited to see how she reacted to those, an arch to his brow, a challenge for her to defy them, because then he’d insinuate others, he’d glorify all her virtues and triumphs.But then his gaze was caught by her actions, stilling for a moment, a predator on the prowl. She was concocting the motions on purpose, that much he understood, a lilting tether to his soul, to his desires, encroaching again. While she grabbed hold of the washcloth, he suddenly remembered his, still sitting there, absent and forlorn on the side. The beast snagged that too, ensuring the soap was rubbed into the fabric, aiming to commit to the same actions as she had before, an offering, a retribution –
Except when he turned back around, her chest, rounded and curved despite her claims that it was nothing (it was enough), against his, purposefully sliding her skin, enticing, inveigling. He narrowed his eyes, forgot about the cloth in his hands again (it dropped somewhere, cast aside), and rose upwards; his mouth drawn along the underside of her nape, where her pulse beat and presided, a hand snaking and intertwining along her spine.
Unite and spread the heart apart
