I've learned to live with these fatal gifts
and still you're mine
It had brought him so much peace to see her begin to rest more comfortably, the nightmares receding as time passed. To be able to watch her sleep without terror. There is no small amount of pride too, to know that he could banish those nightmares. To recognize the implicit love and trust that must be connected.
It sustains him in a way food never will.
The fires had not touched their grove, nestled so deep in the forest as it is. Here it is easy to pretend enemies had not come at all. Incredibly easy to fall back into the comfort and safety of what has existed for years now. Later, when he skirted the shadows edge where char is beginning to fade and new growth has sprung up, he could remember.
Now though, he wanted nothing so much as to forget. To plunge into the perfection that could exist only when they were together, separate from the rest of a world that so loved to pull things apart.
He hums a low sound of satisfaction deep in his throat, responding to the sleepy greeting she offers. He loves these moments, when her voice resonates softly, replete with sleep and happiness. It never fails to stir something dark within him, a deeply rooted longing and possessiveness he had never managed to assuage, no matter how many mornings she had woken at his side.
“Me too,” he whispers in response, lips trailing the strands of her dark man, the sweet curve of her neck. Slowly, darkness wraps around them, leaving only the faintest wisps of light hanging above like distant golden stars. “Here with you is the only place I ever wish to be.”
@[Briseis]