06-21-2017, 08:53 PM
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
Daylight darkens to dusk; he thinks it is dusk impending, but it could be the stormlight that cuts through on the heels of every thunderous rumble. Far out at sea, there are flashes of lightning that try to penetrate the boisterous deep that heaves and strains like a sick stomach.
Spear follows the path of her gaze towards the dark clouds that loom before them, promising more rain than he cares to think about (his thoughts are full of her, rain-damp and happy). “I like it well enough, but I think you like it more. Storms agree with you, Antonia.” He almost misses the subtle plea in her voice, - almost; his lips find her cheek, press there in a tender and unmistakable kiss (he tastes rain and Antonia on his lips, afterwards) and brushes his words against the fold of her delicate ear, “I do.”
He feels her shore up closer to him, as the air grows colder and they’ve got only each other to warm themselves by. It is all he can do to keep his pulse from going thready and quick the longer her cheek stays pressed against it, though some dim part of him mourns the fact that she’ll move eventually or he will, and their skins will stop touching just long enough for him to miss the feel of her small shape stuck to his. The longer he looks into her eyes, the more his mouth longs to form the shape of her name, Antonia.
Spear listens halfheartedly to her thoughtful murmuring assurance he is more than enough for her; her teeth on his tangled mane is quite the distraction, especially as her teeth grasp his ear and gives it a light tug that makes him laugh, the sound just tumbling out of him in a deep rumble not unlike that of the thunder above them. At that moment, the storm dumps rain on them and she is laughing and he is awestruck by the sound of it - she sounds so carefree!
He can feel the rain sluice down him in rivulets, feels it run right off the tip of his nose in plip-plopping little drops that spatter the sand, but all he can think of is her laughter as the rain came. Her laughter shook something loose in him; something he had not given thought to in a long time, but try as he might, he could not picture that other one - saw only Antonia in the rain, the sea lapping at her feet, and could only hear the bell-like laughter ringing in his ears as he turned his mismatched gaze from the sea to her and kept it there, something lifting and lightening in his usually dark gaze.
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