your skin tastes of gorse flowers; vulgaris

[leliana]

She would keep them in this cocoon forever if she could.

She would wrap them in the soft fabrics of forever; she would shut out the rest of the world and not lose sleep for a moment. All she wants is the wine of his breath against the curve of his neck and the feel of his pitter-patter heartbeat and the knowledge that within his embrace, she is safe—they are safe.

But she knows that they cannot be like this forever.

He is still a fighter at his core and she has a crown impossibly on her brow. They have family and a kingdom and people to whom they must answer. There is a world that will always crook its finger.

But not for now—for now, it is just them and they are together and the rest doesn’t matter.

He suggests the river and there is a spark of fireflies in her eyes. There is a moment of sunrises there behind her lashes and she sweeps them down as a pleased smile curves her crimson lips. Of course he would know the place that she most wants to go. Of course he would know just what to say.

She doesn’t even need to agree; she simply angles her head, curving her body by his side and then begins to walk. Dusk begins to fall around them and she glances up at the sky. With a biting of her lip, she throws up a million stars and then lets them rain down softly around them and the other partygoers. It is sparkling lights that twinkle in and out of oblivion—never touching, just raining down quietly.

When they reach the river, the water feels like home.

Leliana glances up at him out of the corner of her eye and then glances back down, her flower-laden hair curtaining her face as she feels a sudden wave of bashfulness sweep through her.

it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes

@[vulgaris]