tell the wolves I'm home
There would’ve been days long before this one where he might’ve wondered if it had been enough – that age-old, primordial apprehension drawn through spines and bones, a side effect of years spent striving to understand rights from wrongs. But he knew Evie; the way the world bloomed and blossomed around her, the essence of greenery laden through her entire being, the assertion and distinction in how she understood, chased, and snagged at the realm around them. She’d made herself open to emotions, and in turn, he could permit the same, and enough time had passed between the pair that he had figured, with some amount of confidence, that the vines, the petals, the ramparts around them, would be enough to herald another round of delight.
So his smile remained, still juvenile and boyish along the tucked ends of his mouth, as she turned and maneuvered into him, proclaimed the perfection, and he smothered a laugh with the shake of his head and the piercing slate of his gaze solely upon her. “Good,” Deimos had enough time to whisper before she was upon him, a kiss that paused and persisted, contorted over nerves and ichor until he was forced to breathe.
He reached for her thereafter too, one thumb gently maneuvering the tears away, before brows rested together. The preferences hardly mattered, he’d relish any moments amidst the pools or along the cabins, nestled and intertwined. “Sunrise,” came with a grumbling finality. “I am certain we can find something to do until then.”
So his smile remained, still juvenile and boyish along the tucked ends of his mouth, as she turned and maneuvered into him, proclaimed the perfection, and he smothered a laugh with the shake of his head and the piercing slate of his gaze solely upon her. “Good,” Deimos had enough time to whisper before she was upon him, a kiss that paused and persisted, contorted over nerves and ichor until he was forced to breathe.
He reached for her thereafter too, one thumb gently maneuvering the tears away, before brows rested together. The preferences hardly mattered, he’d relish any moments amidst the pools or along the cabins, nestled and intertwined. “Sunrise,” came with a grumbling finality. “I am certain we can find something to do until then.”
the ressurected sword
