09-08-2025, 12:10 AM
i showed him all my teeth & then i laughed out loud,
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
She hears him before he ever reaches the water, and again she marvels at how his presence makes the rest of the world fall away.
When her golden head tilts and her ocean-blue eyes find his, relief sweeps through her in waves, so vivid she can almost follow its course from her head to her heart, unraveling all of her tension along the way. There was a time when entrusting her peace to another would have sent her running, and yet now it is something she gladly surrenders to him. He has not fumbled it yet, and she is almost ashamed to admit that in the beginning it had been nearly impossible for her to stop thinking that he one day would.
Trust has never been a thing that came easily for her, but thankfully he seemed to have already understood that despite her inability to articulate it, and the moment that he returns to her side all of her baseless insecurities fade away.
If she glimpses the shadow in his eyes before he can shutter it away, she gives no sign. Her eyes search his face for only half a heartbeat before letting the moment slip by. She will not draw it out of him—not yet. For now, she is selfish, soaking in this moment; his warm lips grazing her cool skin, the shiver it sends rippling down her spine, her body yielding into his as her nose brushes against the curve of his throat.
“How many pretty ladies have you met in the water, exactly?” she asks with feigned indignation, teasingly pulling at strands of his mane with her teeth before curling back into him. She hears his question but remains quiet for a moment or two, lulled by the hush of the water that streams past their legs, and by the steady, familiar rhythm of his own heartbeat that seems to leap from his body and settle behind her own ribs. She does not want him to think that she does not trust him; she does not want to tell him that when he is gone her imagination runs wild and the roots of jealousy that she never could quite eradicate try to surface again.
He has not done anything to warrant her mistrust, and she does not want him to think that he has.
“Nothing,” she says, before adding with a small smile, “I was just wondering where you were. In fact, I think I even missed you.”
When her golden head tilts and her ocean-blue eyes find his, relief sweeps through her in waves, so vivid she can almost follow its course from her head to her heart, unraveling all of her tension along the way. There was a time when entrusting her peace to another would have sent her running, and yet now it is something she gladly surrenders to him. He has not fumbled it yet, and she is almost ashamed to admit that in the beginning it had been nearly impossible for her to stop thinking that he one day would.
Trust has never been a thing that came easily for her, but thankfully he seemed to have already understood that despite her inability to articulate it, and the moment that he returns to her side all of her baseless insecurities fade away.
If she glimpses the shadow in his eyes before he can shutter it away, she gives no sign. Her eyes search his face for only half a heartbeat before letting the moment slip by. She will not draw it out of him—not yet. For now, she is selfish, soaking in this moment; his warm lips grazing her cool skin, the shiver it sends rippling down her spine, her body yielding into his as her nose brushes against the curve of his throat.
“How many pretty ladies have you met in the water, exactly?” she asks with feigned indignation, teasingly pulling at strands of his mane with her teeth before curling back into him. She hears his question but remains quiet for a moment or two, lulled by the hush of the water that streams past their legs, and by the steady, familiar rhythm of his own heartbeat that seems to leap from his body and settle behind her own ribs. She does not want him to think that she does not trust him; she does not want to tell him that when he is gone her imagination runs wild and the roots of jealousy that she never could quite eradicate try to surface again.
He has not done anything to warrant her mistrust, and she does not want him to think that he has.
“Nothing,” she says, before adding with a small smile, “I was just wondering where you were. In fact, I think I even missed you.”
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