You're so cold
but you feel alive
She could be his light. His haven, his safe harbor, the moon in all its phases to paint silver roads on deep rivers. The first star and the last, always there to guide him home across the night-time seas. It's what she wanted, what she had asked to be for him. Here, on this lonely beach with only the moon and the stars to watch them, she tried to give him all the love and warmth and light she possessed. Tried to save him from his empty darkness, and prayed to the night it would be enough to keep him feeling safe when the sun rose again and he no longer needed her.
In the end, it was probably he who saved her though. Again.
What was the moon without the sun to shine on it? If she was glowing, it was only because of the light in his eyes as he gazed down on her, reflecting back. No one with only darkness in their soul could be so loved by so many, and it was the greatest tragedy that he was unable to see what truly lived within himself.
The deeper thrusts, the harder snaps of his hips into her brought that elusive edge closer, closer. Chasing it did no good so in the end the girl gave up, stopped hunting after it and just gave in, gave everything over to Sunjata and let him bring it to her. Relaxing into him, utterly and completely, she let his voice wash over her, heard her own name on his lips and it sounded like a confession, because she wanted it to be.
Closer, and closer... until she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall, ready to fly. Her eyes widened, breath hitching, and she searched for his eyes again, for the storm and the deep seas.
"Sunjata..?!" It was a question, a plea, a demand, the way she clung to him.
Let me drown in you.
In the end, it was probably he who saved her though. Again.
What was the moon without the sun to shine on it? If she was glowing, it was only because of the light in his eyes as he gazed down on her, reflecting back. No one with only darkness in their soul could be so loved by so many, and it was the greatest tragedy that he was unable to see what truly lived within himself.
The deeper thrusts, the harder snaps of his hips into her brought that elusive edge closer, closer. Chasing it did no good so in the end the girl gave up, stopped hunting after it and just gave in, gave everything over to Sunjata and let him bring it to her. Relaxing into him, utterly and completely, she let his voice wash over her, heard her own name on his lips and it sounded like a confession, because she wanted it to be.
Closer, and closer... until she was teetering on the edge, ready to fall, ready to fly. Her eyes widened, breath hitching, and she searched for his eyes again, for the storm and the deep seas.
"Sunjata..?!" It was a question, a plea, a demand, the way she clung to him.
Let me drown in you.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
