WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
She has always been a touchy person, finding comfort in those small gestures. Maybe because she’d grown up in a family of touchy people, though you were just as likely to get an elbow to the ribs as you were an arm around the shoulder. Still, she grew up without personal space, finding that she did not need it now. It took restraint to keep herself from reaching out when she shouldn’t, and even then, hadn’t she started so much of this with her curious fingers? She would always explore the world, and her relationships, by the feel of those things. And in this moment it is his warm skin, his scars, his calloused hands. It is the feeling of his heart through his breastbone, the movement of his breaths as his chest rises and falls. It is the sensation of his fingers in her hair, and his breath against her skin.
It is the gentle kiss he places on her forehead, and she closes her eyes at the feeling of it. So tender, after something that had been anything but tender. And though there were no expectations after this, she can tell he cares all the same. He cares in the way she cares for him, and she doesn’t doubt that they would burn the world around them to keep each other safe, if it came to it. You do not need to be in love to love someone. ”It is a far better outcome indeed, though still rather phallic,” she says, her grin wide and amused, recalling that particular joke from so long ago. But it wasn’t that long, was it? Not really. But it felt like lifetimes all the same.
It is the gentle kiss he places on her forehead, and she closes her eyes at the feeling of it. So tender, after something that had been anything but tender. And though there were no expectations after this, she can tell he cares all the same. He cares in the way she cares for him, and she doesn’t doubt that they would burn the world around them to keep each other safe, if it came to it. You do not need to be in love to love someone. ”It is a far better outcome indeed, though still rather phallic,” she says, her grin wide and amused, recalling that particular joke from so long ago. But it wasn’t that long, was it? Not really. But it felt like lifetimes all the same.
something to be admired from a distance
