[A pointless debate at that, it doesn't matter who did what first in regards to their relationship. It's the present feelings are of any care and anomaly for the man who once didn't concern himself with the future. He can't say it doesn't anymore when there's a person he wants to share it with. His breakneck behavior hasn't declined in battle, at points it's worse in a misguided want to better protect her when she is very capable on her own.
Being in tranquility with her face against his neck is evidence of how safe he feels with her. The bandages and scarred tissue under them are a place of scrutiny, the marks of things wronged and lost, and home to the persistent voice that calls him master. It's quiet, retreated into whatever hole it waits when he's a good state; a safe state with no worry of losing mind.
His shoulder blades rise at the trickling of fingers down his back. No trespasses, no threat of losing control, just them. It's cherished in the present and desired in the future, a force giving him reason to continue on against what fate has pull against him.
The bottle sinks in his hand and his other falls from hers to take her shoulder. Kissing her is electrifying sending his heart into a quickened pace. Thumb first the hand to her shoulder rises cupping behind her head to press them closer, tender lips firmer in hold and taking taste.]
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Date: 2016-02-01 09:16 pm (UTC)From:Being in tranquility with her face against his neck is evidence of how safe he feels with her. The bandages and scarred tissue under them are a place of scrutiny, the marks of things wronged and lost, and home to the persistent voice that calls him master. It's quiet, retreated into whatever hole it waits when he's a good state; a safe state with no worry of losing mind.
His shoulder blades rise at the trickling of fingers down his back. No trespasses, no threat of losing control, just them. It's cherished in the present and desired in the future, a force giving him reason to continue on against what fate has pull against him.
The bottle sinks in his hand and his other falls from hers to take her shoulder. Kissing her is electrifying sending his heart into a quickened pace. Thumb first the hand to her shoulder rises cupping behind her head to press them closer, tender lips firmer in hold and taking taste.]