Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
Much in the same way as Milo wishing he had her burst of energy, she wishes she felt the same crash, the same desire to snuggle into the bed with him and sleep for eternity. And while that sounds perfect, of course, it wouldn't encompass what she feels. Renewed, rejuvinated, ready to give him more and more of everything. Whether that requires a bed, a hot stove, or simply her presence, it doesn't matter. It's whatever he wants and, so long as she can, she'll give it to him.
He squeezes her softer side and she melts into his grasp with that steady willingness to please, to comfort and relent. Her expression is so soft it's almost without any expression at all, except for the love that persists through it. She rests her warming gaze upon him and listens to the sweet way he hums out his words as he always does.
"Best've both," she agrees, happy to oblige him in dual regard. She can stay here, for now. She can let him settle in more comfortably and draw her fingers gently across his skin, coaxing out any remnants of stress or worry to provide him sounder sleep.
Once she accomplishes that, she'll slowly and reluctantly peel herself away to prepare their dinner with whatever ingredients he has laying around. She could make do with anything, even if it's just meat and potatoes. 'Nothing' can easily be made into something, something so much more.
So she eventually slips away, leaving him with an everlasting, self-soothing, adoring kiss nestled in against the top of his head. "I'll miss you," she murmurs into his hair.
FIN<333
He squeezes her softer side and she melts into his grasp with that steady willingness to please, to comfort and relent. Her expression is so soft it's almost without any expression at all, except for the love that persists through it. She rests her warming gaze upon him and listens to the sweet way he hums out his words as he always does.
"Best've both," she agrees, happy to oblige him in dual regard. She can stay here, for now. She can let him settle in more comfortably and draw her fingers gently across his skin, coaxing out any remnants of stress or worry to provide him sounder sleep.
Once she accomplishes that, she'll slowly and reluctantly peel herself away to prepare their dinner with whatever ingredients he has laying around. She could make do with anything, even if it's just meat and potatoes. 'Nothing' can easily be made into something, something so much more.
So she eventually slips away, leaving him with an everlasting, self-soothing, adoring kiss nestled in against the top of his head. "I'll miss you," she murmurs into his hair.
FIN<333
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
