Title :: in His image
Prompt :: July 25th, “take my hand, hold your breath” [
31_days]
Pairing :: 6996
Rating :: PG
Summary :: She does not know what passes between them, when she reaches for his hand.
She does not know what passes between them, when she reaches for his hand.
There is something, part the seduction of skin to skin and part the simple sanctity of the laying-on of palms, blessing and benediction and a lust for something far deeper than even blood; something electric and raw like being birthed from the spark-touch of a god.
She does not know what it is she gives to him or what he deigns to grant her in return, but it is enough that at least on some level, she understands.
And even if she cannot recognise herself, she still can see the way she is reflected in his eyes.
(And He saw that it was good.)