01-05-2019, 01:23 AM
you were a vision in the morning
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
.
Never in a million years would she have thought that Rhaegor was planning a surprise for her. The fact that he had invited her to Island Resort was more than enough for her; that he wanted to take her somewhere, to let others see her and him together. Not that he had ever tried to hide her, but there was a part of her that was terrified he only liked her when they were alone – that maybe he was just as sweet to another girl when no one was looking. But like always, every trace of doubt is erased the moment their eyes meet, and they are completely eradicated when he pulls her close. The way that he calls her his girl makes her body flush warm, but she hides it by resting her cheek against his neck. He still smells a little bit of Nerine, but mainly of Tephra, and the way the scent fills her sends her heart fluttering again.
But the sound of his voice inside her head makes her suddenly pull back, her eyes wide and a look of confusion clearly written on her face. ”How did you do that? Why are you in my head?” If it was possible, she would have been blushing, but instead she just lands a partially playful, partially scolding nip right on his neck. ”Stay out of there, unless you want to read something that will make you blush.” There is an almost coquettish tilt of her head, but she doesn’t pull away again when his lips grasp her neck – and she remembers exactly what he had said, just a few moments ago, about being in control and taking care of her, and she can feel that familiar heat rising in her again. For a moment, she presses back into him, scraping her teeth along the arch of his neck, and she doesn’t even care that he can suddenly read her thoughts – at least he’ll be able to know exactly what she wants.
He steps back, though, and she does not hide the slightly exaggerated sigh of frustration, although she does realize that perhaps right here, in the middle of everything, isn’t the best place for their displays of affection. She follows alongside him, not yet quite realizing how similar this was to the day in Hyaline that she had shown him her hidden spot. The lights that float and glow have captured her attention, noting the way they illuminate the shimmering snow below, but occasionally stealing glances over at her golden love. She is not ignorant to the way he keeps brushing his wing against her, just enough to make her heart race and her skin tremble, and she can’t help but to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose – if he wants her on the brink of insanity.
They come to a stop, for just a moment, and she looks at the solid face of rock, and the barrier of trees on the other side. The moment that Rhaegor looks at her, she knows. She doesn’t say anything, but the slow smile that spreads across her face, and the soft glow that reaches her eyes, says everything she can’t say. She follows him, then, just as he had done with her that day, a hum of anticipation beneath her skin. How did he manage to find a secret spot in a place that neither of them even lived? She had so many questions, but she follows him silently, until he breaks away from her, and she follows suit just as quickly.
When she emerges from the narrow pathway, she immediately freezes, and stares, unblinking. First, she looks to the lights up above, enclosed in ice and suspended by some mysterious magic she can’t quite comprehend. And the paintings, of Hyaline, and Nerine, and Tephra – she can’t help but to look at Hyaline’s the longest, a strange clenching in her chest, and she lets her gaze linger back to Rhaegor. Hyaline was, essentially, why they were together. She likes to think that they would have found each other anyway, but being born in the same kingdom had certainly played a hand. All because she had to be annoying and decide to pester one of the triplets when she found him alone. She didn’t regret it.
”How did you…” Her voice trails off, still staring, before finally settling her gaze on his. She can’t even begin to explain the feeling that is welling up inside of her, and for a moment her dark brown eyes begin to glitter with what looks like tears, although they do not shed. She always went out of her way to try and keep everyone happy – and usually failed miserably – and it had never occurred to her that someone would one day care enough to do the same for her. It was slowly beginning to dawn on her that Rhaegor loved her the same way that she loved him. That she didn’t have to be afraid, that she didn’t have to keep erecting walls and guards against him in fear that he was going to let her down. Whatever distrust she had been harboring against him because of what had happened in Hyaline, finally dissipated.
She hadn’t even noticed the gifts, until he gestures to them, and then turns to her with one of his feathers. The sound of his voice inside her head makes her flinch again – this was going to take some getting used to – but she blushes inwardly when he entwines the feather into her raven-black mane. The ice cube, cold against her warm, still feverish mouth, tastes only like Rhaegor, and when she closes her eyes, he is all that she sees – their secret place in Hyaline, at the River searching for kelpies, and curled together in Nerine.
Her eyes glance upwards at the golden halo as it floats towards her, coming to rest above her dark head, complementing her metallic gold blaze. When her eyes find his again, they are quiet, thoughtful, as she finally dares to whisper in disbelief, ”I can’t believe you did all of this...for me.” She steps forward, just as he does, curling into his embrace, until the feel of his heartbeat against her chest is indiscernible from her own. Her face presses into his mane, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea that he loves her – he actually loves her. He doesn’t just say it because she’s there, and everything that her father had been trying to warn her against was wrong – completely, and utterly wrong. Of course, she had never once dared to admit to her father she had doubts – he didn’t need to know that, and he didn’t need anything else to fuel his unnecessary hatred for Rhaegor. Her doubts were typical for any girl trying to navigate her way through her first love, but with every day that passed, Rhaegor was effectively eliminating all of them.
”I love you too, Rhaegor,” She breathes against his skin, still entangled in him, even as her lips trace the familiar shape and curve of his shoulder. He was hers, actually hers, and she wasn’t letting him go.
But the sound of his voice inside her head makes her suddenly pull back, her eyes wide and a look of confusion clearly written on her face. ”How did you do that? Why are you in my head?” If it was possible, she would have been blushing, but instead she just lands a partially playful, partially scolding nip right on his neck. ”Stay out of there, unless you want to read something that will make you blush.” There is an almost coquettish tilt of her head, but she doesn’t pull away again when his lips grasp her neck – and she remembers exactly what he had said, just a few moments ago, about being in control and taking care of her, and she can feel that familiar heat rising in her again. For a moment, she presses back into him, scraping her teeth along the arch of his neck, and she doesn’t even care that he can suddenly read her thoughts – at least he’ll be able to know exactly what she wants.
He steps back, though, and she does not hide the slightly exaggerated sigh of frustration, although she does realize that perhaps right here, in the middle of everything, isn’t the best place for their displays of affection. She follows alongside him, not yet quite realizing how similar this was to the day in Hyaline that she had shown him her hidden spot. The lights that float and glow have captured her attention, noting the way they illuminate the shimmering snow below, but occasionally stealing glances over at her golden love. She is not ignorant to the way he keeps brushing his wing against her, just enough to make her heart race and her skin tremble, and she can’t help but to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose – if he wants her on the brink of insanity.
They come to a stop, for just a moment, and she looks at the solid face of rock, and the barrier of trees on the other side. The moment that Rhaegor looks at her, she knows. She doesn’t say anything, but the slow smile that spreads across her face, and the soft glow that reaches her eyes, says everything she can’t say. She follows him, then, just as he had done with her that day, a hum of anticipation beneath her skin. How did he manage to find a secret spot in a place that neither of them even lived? She had so many questions, but she follows him silently, until he breaks away from her, and she follows suit just as quickly.
When she emerges from the narrow pathway, she immediately freezes, and stares, unblinking. First, she looks to the lights up above, enclosed in ice and suspended by some mysterious magic she can’t quite comprehend. And the paintings, of Hyaline, and Nerine, and Tephra – she can’t help but to look at Hyaline’s the longest, a strange clenching in her chest, and she lets her gaze linger back to Rhaegor. Hyaline was, essentially, why they were together. She likes to think that they would have found each other anyway, but being born in the same kingdom had certainly played a hand. All because she had to be annoying and decide to pester one of the triplets when she found him alone. She didn’t regret it.
”How did you…” Her voice trails off, still staring, before finally settling her gaze on his. She can’t even begin to explain the feeling that is welling up inside of her, and for a moment her dark brown eyes begin to glitter with what looks like tears, although they do not shed. She always went out of her way to try and keep everyone happy – and usually failed miserably – and it had never occurred to her that someone would one day care enough to do the same for her. It was slowly beginning to dawn on her that Rhaegor loved her the same way that she loved him. That she didn’t have to be afraid, that she didn’t have to keep erecting walls and guards against him in fear that he was going to let her down. Whatever distrust she had been harboring against him because of what had happened in Hyaline, finally dissipated.
She hadn’t even noticed the gifts, until he gestures to them, and then turns to her with one of his feathers. The sound of his voice inside her head makes her flinch again – this was going to take some getting used to – but she blushes inwardly when he entwines the feather into her raven-black mane. The ice cube, cold against her warm, still feverish mouth, tastes only like Rhaegor, and when she closes her eyes, he is all that she sees – their secret place in Hyaline, at the River searching for kelpies, and curled together in Nerine.
Her eyes glance upwards at the golden halo as it floats towards her, coming to rest above her dark head, complementing her metallic gold blaze. When her eyes find his again, they are quiet, thoughtful, as she finally dares to whisper in disbelief, ”I can’t believe you did all of this...for me.” She steps forward, just as he does, curling into his embrace, until the feel of his heartbeat against her chest is indiscernible from her own. Her face presses into his mane, still trying to wrap her mind around the idea that he loves her – he actually loves her. He doesn’t just say it because she’s there, and everything that her father had been trying to warn her against was wrong – completely, and utterly wrong. Of course, she had never once dared to admit to her father she had doubts – he didn’t need to know that, and he didn’t need anything else to fuel his unnecessary hatred for Rhaegor. Her doubts were typical for any girl trying to navigate her way through her first love, but with every day that passed, Rhaegor was effectively eliminating all of them.
”I love you too, Rhaegor,” She breathes against his skin, still entangled in him, even as her lips trace the familiar shape and curve of his shoulder. He was hers, actually hers, and she wasn’t letting him go.
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