good shouldn’t need to tempt us above; jude

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

This is the part he loves the best.

This moment, the split second of it, where he can watch the land become a home in their eyes. It never fails to strike a chord within him, never fails to light him up from the inside out, his bones practically glowing with the pleasure of helping someone find their purpose and end destination. It does nothing to tamper his mood, his happiness now rolling out of him in waves, his gold-flecked eyes burning with it as he watches her, the way she steps forward into the land and it in turn folds around her, embracing her.

When she comes back to his side, forehead pressed into his neck, he curves around her, holding her there and enjoying the warmth that blooms in his chest. “You look like you’ve lived here your whole life,” he murmurs, whiskey voice husky. “As natural as one of the flowers that blossoms within the ash.” These are the flowers he loves best, the way the volcanic soil nurtures them forward, turning them vibrant and rare.

His grin does not abide as she steps away and he wants to grab her by the hand and pull her forward, but instead he takes a jumping step forward, muscles alive. “Feel like a run, Jude?” His crooked smile turns just a little mischievous and he snakes his neck out to bump her slightly, the velvet of his nose making contact before he pushes off, twisting his body to the side. “Tephra’s a beautiful home, but it’s even more beautiful when you see it quickly.” And then he’s off, his golden body catapulting forward into the isle, where the shadows drape long over his broad back and his stride begins to eat up the earth.

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine