she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Fingers leave his locks at last, their travels not taking them very far: to ears, cheekbones, the curls of his beard. To lips and hot breath, the curve of his chin. Seeking validation, affirmation, agreement that she has not overstepped, that she is not a fool; because even after all this time she fears that he will leave. That he will see the parts of her she has always feared, the ones that burn too hot and too bright to be considered warm; that he will retreat to cooler climes, less her temperate soul burn her with a desert heat.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
But no, he does not laugh at her offering, does not pull away as she carves more of her heart to lay before him (all of it, for you). His reaction is more surprising than that, takes her aback far more than rejection. Eyes growing wide with the wonder of a child, the Shield practically gasps her amazement, the 'O' of her mouth swiftly giving way to a vibrant, elated, flushing grin.
"For me?" she wonders in her rich alto voice, positively delighted to have been thought of at all. Rising excitedly on curled up toes, she bounces against the soft grass, enthusiastic and bright. Ah, but now they are on equal footing: it is not just she presenting too much, and she has more than her own anxious heart to focus on. "What is it?" - her own offering entirely forgotten in this new and entirely adolescent delight.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
