NIGHT WILL FALL AND DROWN THE SUN
WHEN A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR
It has been too long since he’s felt the familiarity of her curves against his muscle. Even in the Afterlife, their senses were dulled and everything fell in a sour shade of gray. And once she had departed from him into the world of the living (leaving him to pace endlessly before the gate of the living and the dead) his craving for her — the warm and fiery, the comforting and wild — became an obsession.
The only thing grounding him from insanity had been their conversations. Her thoughts echoing in his mind, her vision swirling in his own. It became his entire life, seeing his children and grandchildren flourishing while he finds himself locked away in the land of the dead. She lived for both of them, dancing beneath the stars he stands upon, diving under the waters he walks upon, grazing under the trees he sleeps upon.
No more.
She is so fucking real he groans under the pressure of her touch. She’s kissing him, covering him in the syrupy love of her heart, and he melts beneath her lips. “My dear.” His voice is warm and soothing, rumbling low in his throat like an earthquake. He can’t deny it felt good to speak out loud, into a world filled with color and life and sound and touch. “Hush,” he croons. Any words she might speak aloud he has already known since the moment he saw her distressed and sobbing in the Meadow.
He drags her closer to the depths of his chest, kissing the few meager strands that stick to the charred remains of her neck. They are finally together and the world is swirling beneath his feet, the trees are caving around them into a rosy heaven. She smells so damn good that he can’t help but smell her again (summer air and heavy sunlight and clean cliff-sides) and let out another breathless groan.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to feel you beside me again.” God, he fucking loves her.
Hestoni
@[Scorch] <33