[mature] things we never thought we could be, adna

[adna]

ADNA

I wish I could take the hands of time and turn them in reverse
I'd take back every long goodbye with venom in my words

She doesn’t know how to discern him.

She has spent her life surrounded by men she cannot understand. She never understood her father and the way that he so purposefully tore his life apart again and again (although she is starting to think that she can understand it better now). She never understood Ophanim and the way his kind heart would just grow two sizes for every injustice performed against him. She never understood them—never understood.

But he is something else entirely.

He is infuriating in his ability to slip from her mental grasp and the more that she tries to pick him apart, the more he comes undone. She thought that she could get a rise out of him, but she couldn’t. She thought that she could just leave him alone, but he didn’t tell her to leave like she thought that he would.

But she doesn’t get to contemplate it for as long as she thought she would.

Because he’s back against her and his mouth is hot on her shoulder and she suddenly doesn’t care. “Okay,” she says, but it’s not the words that matter as much as the fact that she drops her head to press a fanged kiss by his side. “I’ll stay, Bethlehem.” She isn’t sure why she likes saying his name except that every time she does, it feels like another anchor in his reality—another way to remind herself he is real.

She frowns as her chest comes to rest against his, her scales meeting his flesh and bone.

She snips lightly at his dark belly and then stretches out to rest her cheek along his back.

“I’ll stay,” she promises, and she wonders how long he will let her.

the only way to being found is getting lost at first
but all I find are more bridges to burn