no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

She releases him for the moment, given into the feeling of his lips on hers, the feeling of his reassurance, of ensuring that she’s not forcing him into doing this. It’s strange, to be touched this way, to not fight for it, nor seek it out, that he had stumbled upon her and came to check up on her just to ensure she was okay, to take her up on the dance he had promised before. And that’s all she’d thought it’d been, until he kissed her cheek, until he tried to tickle her and slay her.

Until she stopped fighting back and decided to give in. Her gaze shudders slightly when she catches his own, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him back in, bending her spine back ever so slightly as she presses herself against him and his lips meet hers, his hands and arms meet her waist. His fingers trail her spine and she wonders if he can feel the burn scars beneath the fabric of her shirt, heart thundering as his tongue swipes at her lips before withdrawing, and she almost sighs into the kiss. Her hands lift then a small amount to tangle in his dark hair, trying to deepen the kiss, trying to prolong this feeling – however fleeting she’s sure it is.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA