23. ember
You ease his bangs back from where they've stuck to his brow, granting yourself a clear view of his face. You don't know who started the biting this time, only that his mouth is already starting to show the bruises. You touch his lips gently with your fingers before stroking his cheek with your knuckles, brushing away the streaked dirt and blood. It's quiet, now.
You're exhausted. There's nothing else to say for it. Today drained you in more ways than one and, as you lie there with your arms wrapped around him, you wonder fleetingly how many more days and nights like this your future promises you. You banish the thought: it doesn't matter. You'll take them all.
You press your lips to his ear and whisper, “I'll always be here, Quinn. Because there is no where else I want to be. Never before now, and never after.” He shifts, and you don't know if you're really speaking, edging a fraction closer to make your promises, “I know it's hard for you. But I swear by my blood that I love you. I mean it when I say I do. And I will stay here for as long as it takes you to know that, and ever after.”
He sleeps on, and you pepper the angry red marks on his neck and throat with kisses to prove your point. Here is where you are more than only Daimd: here is where your world has a connection with something else. Your touches are gentle, but unceasing. You may sleep, eventually. More likely, you'll spend the night proving to yourself that he's still here, and grant yourself the barest reprieve only in meditation, at sunrise.
The dying fire crackles and spits, and you tighten your arms protectively around his sleeping frame. As much as you are his, he is...
You're exhausted. There's nothing else to say for it. Today drained you in more ways than one and, as you lie there with your arms wrapped around him, you wonder fleetingly how many more days and nights like this your future promises you. You banish the thought: it doesn't matter. You'll take them all.
You press your lips to his ear and whisper, “I'll always be here, Quinn. Because there is no where else I want to be. Never before now, and never after.” He shifts, and you don't know if you're really speaking, edging a fraction closer to make your promises, “I know it's hard for you. But I swear by my blood that I love you. I mean it when I say I do. And I will stay here for as long as it takes you to know that, and ever after.”
He sleeps on, and you pepper the angry red marks on his neck and throat with kisses to prove your point. Here is where you are more than only Daimd: here is where your world has a connection with something else. Your touches are gentle, but unceasing. You may sleep, eventually. More likely, you'll spend the night proving to yourself that he's still here, and grant yourself the barest reprieve only in meditation, at sunrise.
The dying fire crackles and spits, and you tighten your arms protectively around his sleeping frame. As much as you are his, he is...