the stars lined our heartbeats

Deimos

we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in

His eyes widened a fraction, a hint, in her forthright ardor, in the strength and fervency of such a statement – because something in him immediately balked. The same channels, the same funnels, the same rivulets curling and gnarling, the eternal fire-brigade of not enough and unworthy and she shouldn’t grant and anoint something so monumental, paramount, to him. Except; he’d carved and sculpted the identical pathways, the quiet convictions, the oaths, promises, and vows for her. Except it felt right, it felt real, it felt whole, and maybe the feeling in his form, in his figure, in his chest, was the slow trickling of acceptance: permitting himself to be cherished, to be devoted upon, to be loved. A long breath flickered and billowed from his lungs, without calculation or preamble, without machinations or methodical thoughts; mind spinning and reeling while his heart ricocheted and bounded. She would be able to hear it, tell-tale measures, eyes searching, absorbing, catching the smiles, the glee, the happiness, a laugh in his throat when he didn’t know what else to say. I am yours; a thread, an assurance, a thousand other pledges chorded and lined – she’d know them all, every single one.

He released her hand from his, only to maneuver his lips to her forehead, pressing in amongst golden tassels, glancing down, watching from the corner of his eyes as she finally took a look at the stones, the ring, the circlet. The Sword stayed within her threshold, along her orbit, her cosmos, content to merely remain there for an eternity, a calm, steady wave cording its way through his abyss. Happiness? Was that it? “You like it?” Something of a tease, nuzzling into her further, half-tempted to twist her into a dance, half-enticed to merely remain.

keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word