and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
Her mind has been heavy lately, as much as she tries to pretend that it hasn’t been.
Her anger, though not as quick to spark as it once had been, was still a ferocious thing once unleashed. Ghaul had tested her unreliable patience one too many times, and while on one hand she felt that she acted well within her rights (after all, how could he possibly expect to keep attacking her family and not have her react?), there was also a trace of regret.
She wishes she could have solved the problem without killing her son's half-brother, but the draconic stallion had left her no other options.
Ghaul was not her blood, and she would always, always, choose her family over anyone else.
The Cove was a welcome escape after that. It did not remind her of anywhere else, except maybe for the brief time she and Ophie had spent on Island Resort – and that wasn’t such a bad thing, since the tropical shores had been the setting for the first time they said that they loved each other.
But more importantly, it did not remind her of Loess at all.
She follows the shoreline, letting the lulling sound of the water lapping at the sands become the background to all of her thoughts that race and cross and overlap each other. It's not until she realizes that Ophie is not far ahead of her that her eyes focus and she is once more grounded to the present.
He smiles at her, and the relief that washes over her makes her knees feel weak, and her heart somersaults inside of his chest, while his flutters inside of hers.
She is reminded of why she would kill absolutely anyone that was a threat to those she loves.
Her skin seems to spark where he touches her, and she reaches up to press a delicate kiss of her own to one of the golden streaks that runs down his cheek. She settles in next to him, having always loved the way his wing felt across her back, the weight of it providing the security she always liked to pretend she didn’t need. Her dark blue eyes glance sideways at him when he brings up the crab, and she can't hold back the short laugh that it seems to startle from her tongue. “Does this mean you will stop using that as a name suggestion for our kids?” She reaches over to pull teasingly at his mane, before pressing her side closer into his, and she can feel any lingering tension melt away.
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Ophanim]
