and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
She remembers before, when they were younger, and how she would fight against moments like this. She would feel herself begin to settle, feel all those masks and facades begin to fall away but always she would snatch them back at the last second. The idea of him seeing her – all of her – had been terrifying.
But at some point she stopped pretending to be something else around him. At some point she learned to be unapologetically herself, whatever that may be, and he knew better than anyone that it changed by the moment. He has seen her quaking with anger, only to dissolve into tears at his touch. He has seen how quickly her sunshine smiles could be clouded by a storm of anger over seemingly nothing. He has seen how blinded she can be by jealousy and how carelessly she acts.
And still, he loves her.
He has loved her when she least deserved it, which was nearly all of the time. He has loved her and taken her back when she should have been cast aside, and instead of letting the guilt eat away at her the way she usually would have, she simply sighs into his mane. She lets everything else fall away, until she is stripped bare and curled into the warmth of his side. “I won’t destroy it,” she says softly, breathing in the familiarity of him, “Not this time. I promise.” Involuntarily she trembles at the feel of his lips against her face, leaning into him and savoring the warmth that it spread through the network of her veins and into the marrow of her bones. There was something indescribable at being touched by someone that knew you inside and out, and realizing that she had almost lost it, lost this, made her throat feel tight.
“No one could have ever replaced you,” and even though he can’t read her mind, he could feel the sincerity of her words, the way they were born from that steady beat of her heart inside his chest. She knows she had taken things too far with Lie; she knows she had let the line between friendship and romance, between her manipulative games and true feelings, to become blurred. And she knows, most importantly, that she had hurt Ophanim in the process. She had let him bear witness to it all, had let him suffer in his heartache and let him think there was a possibility that someone else could have her. She would spend the rest of her life, if she has to, proving to him that that would be impossible. “I’ve been stupid, and I made such a mess of things. But I love you, and I am completely yours,” her own lips trail his cheek, and down the curve of his jaw, each kiss hungrier than the last until she pauses to breathe against his skin, “and you’re mine.”
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Ophanim]
