They both live in the shadows of their fathers, his a monster he tries so hard to remain the opposite of, hers a ghost whose truth was far worse than the memories she carried of him. She would never know if she trod in his footsteps or not (though if she had known him, it would have been blindingly easy to see she most certainly is not). In the end however, they are neither of their parents. Their children would undoubtedly find their own unique flaws in each of them, but it would not be the ones of their parents.
Her troubled musings are quickly chased from her thoughts by the warmth in his green eyes. She shivers slightly beneath his touch, the soft brush of his lips on her neck drawing heat in its wake. She leans in, a low hum of approval rising unconsciously in her throat.
Had she known his thoughts lingered on flight, she might have suggested they adjourn to the sky. Just as he could imagine the lure of the open expanse of the endless breeze, so could she. A more enticing aphrodisiac, she could hardly imagine. But with his mending limb and their young children, it was perhaps a dream best saved for another time.
But she could imagine no other way she would rather spend her day than in the heavens with him.
His words bring her back to reality with a sharp jolt, and she blinks at him with faintly unseeing eyes. When what he is saying registers, a laugh bubbles slowly up from deep in her chest, and she can’t seem to keep it from bursting from her lips. With that rare smile still curving her lips, she reaches out to press her mouth against the corner of his lips. “If it makes you feel better,” she murmurs, her voice soft and throaty, “I do not think you are an old man.”
- noel
@[Nashua]