she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees
make you thinks she means it this time
The day has been exhausting.
Beautiful.
Overwhelming.
Exhausting.
She can feel it now, her mind beginning to give beneath the weight of it all. Finding him again. Fighting with him. Holding him at bay. Giving into the ocean of him. It all floods within her, finding the canyons of her heart and reshaping them to the patterns of his touch, the echoes of his voice. She hates herself for how quickly she has submitted to this love, to this weakness, but she knows it’s too late to go back.
It’s too late to pretend that she's anything but his.
“I know,” she whispers. Not because she’s arrogant, but because she’s finally left herself know. She’s finally let the truth of it invade her, let it brand her very throat. She knows he loves her. She knows that he means it when he whispers it so sweetly between the two of them, filling the void of whatever small space they allow. She knows it, just as much as she knows that she loves him in return.
She sighs, feeling the edges of her consciousness begin to ripple.
“I love you too, Daemron.”
Her eyes flutter, lashes beginning to sweep over the hard angles of her cheekbones, and she tucks her head down, curving into the strength of him. “Please be here in the morning,” she whispers when she finally takes refuge behind her eyelids. She has never been this vulnerable before, and she isn’t sure how to grapple with it. She isn’t sure how to come to terms with it, but, for now, she hands it over to him.
“Please,” see whispers one more time before sleep finally claims her and she goes lax in his embrace.
she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair
but I still love her, I don't really care