There's a darkness down inside me
That I know we'll both enjoy
That I know we'll both enjoy
They love her. They love her. They love her.
The feeling is like...like diving beneath the sunlit waves, opening your eyes beneath the water and watching the waves roll soundless and harmless over you. Beautiful, breath held and world silent with awe as if holding its breath in tandem. It's a dreamlike quality, and the only way she knows she isn't is because of the imperfections that none of them can erase. The hurt, the injuries, the fumbled confessions. And she cherishes the moment all the more for its human flaws.
"I'd be a fool to ever leave again," she manages to breathe, somewhere above a whisper but still quiet enough not to break this spell. "And I've never fancied myself a fool." Her lips play at her normal smirk, but she is too full of love and hope to hide the genuine smile that blooms around it.
As she holds their hands, there's no reason to say no to their terms, terms that she couldn't word any better. A perfect harmony of freedom and devotion. But before she can hope to reply, they...they...her mind can't seem to wrap around the magnitude of the words Nate speaks, the ones Sunjata echoes without an ounce of hesitation. They are so adept at leaving her wrongfooted, and her wide gaze flickers between them in astonished bewilderment. It's Sunjata's humor that breaks her frozen stupor, and then she's laughing, tears springing to her pale lashes as she pulls them both stubbornly closer to form a pile of bodies and hearts.
"Yes! Yes, you infuriatingly stubborn fools," she laughs, burying her face against Sunjata's throat to hide the vibrance of her radiant smile. Each word, for all they may seem to be insulting, is overflowing with adoration. It's both the most and least romantic gesture she has ever experienced, and she can want for nothing else. "Yes, I'll marry you. Both of you." Overcome with love for these stupid boys, she lifts up to press a salt warm kiss to Sunjata's lips, barely capable of reigning in her smile to do so. Then she turns and pulls Nate in to do the same. Downstairs, she can feel Atlas radiating smugness. "But you'll have to put up with my thousand questions about our supposed wedding. And yes, you'll have to survive Deimos," she confirms with a wicked glint to her smiling eyes as she looks back over her shoulder at Sunjata.
The feeling is like...like diving beneath the sunlit waves, opening your eyes beneath the water and watching the waves roll soundless and harmless over you. Beautiful, breath held and world silent with awe as if holding its breath in tandem. It's a dreamlike quality, and the only way she knows she isn't is because of the imperfections that none of them can erase. The hurt, the injuries, the fumbled confessions. And she cherishes the moment all the more for its human flaws.
"I'd be a fool to ever leave again," she manages to breathe, somewhere above a whisper but still quiet enough not to break this spell. "And I've never fancied myself a fool." Her lips play at her normal smirk, but she is too full of love and hope to hide the genuine smile that blooms around it.
As she holds their hands, there's no reason to say no to their terms, terms that she couldn't word any better. A perfect harmony of freedom and devotion. But before she can hope to reply, they...they...her mind can't seem to wrap around the magnitude of the words Nate speaks, the ones Sunjata echoes without an ounce of hesitation. They are so adept at leaving her wrongfooted, and her wide gaze flickers between them in astonished bewilderment. It's Sunjata's humor that breaks her frozen stupor, and then she's laughing, tears springing to her pale lashes as she pulls them both stubbornly closer to form a pile of bodies and hearts.
"Yes! Yes, you infuriatingly stubborn fools," she laughs, burying her face against Sunjata's throat to hide the vibrance of her radiant smile. Each word, for all they may seem to be insulting, is overflowing with adoration. It's both the most and least romantic gesture she has ever experienced, and she can want for nothing else. "Yes, I'll marry you. Both of you." Overcome with love for these stupid boys, she lifts up to press a salt warm kiss to Sunjata's lips, barely capable of reigning in her smile to do so. Then she turns and pulls Nate in to do the same. Downstairs, she can feel Atlas radiating smugness. "But you'll have to put up with my thousand questions about our supposed wedding. And yes, you'll have to survive Deimos," she confirms with a wicked glint to her smiling eyes as she looks back over her shoulder at Sunjata.
and it's screaming from within me
to have us set it free
to have us set it free
