you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
Beauty.
It is the first thing he noticed as she should expect, but there is something so raw about their connection (already… and it terrifies her) that a fleeting shame dashes through her belly. She would hate to trap him with that, he is not a little lizard to fall into her pitcher, to be consumed and left to rot in the darkness of her endless heart. ...but its not that.
How wide and clear, fierce and terrified are her eyes as he speaks. There is heat in her cheeks. Kensa realizes she had not believed he had actually thought of her. Brigade has not given her lies but he has taught her to expect him to push away and scorn her. Despite the foreboding her gold freckled face does not change, she will meet him with fury before she cowers from his cruelty. The fact that he knows that would make her laugh too if she weren’t barely able to breathe from waiting on the rest.
Brigade is masculine and intense and she realized all too late that she would not be able to escape his gravity. She’s told him she doesn’t understand him, and knows she is far from being able to say she does. Once more he shows her his maelstrom and this time she looks into the depths and her lips part in awe. How beautiful and terrible is the churning sea within this man.
He comes closer and she should tell him that she is not such a mystery, should say what a selfish, reckless disaster she is. Her neck arches, muscles quivering, nostrils flared, perhaps this anxious motion will be turned to defending herself, claiming a scrap of him for herself when he rejects her again but she isn’t thinking about that when he speaks again. A raised hoof settles back to the earth, and she breathes his name so softly that it is not a word at all.
This kiss is so like the first but she is not as stunned this time and surges up to meet him. Those tears she tried so hard to hold spill down her cheeks, freed when she closes her eyes against the brightness of the day to kiss him back and kiss him again. She isn’t a sobbing fool, her damp cheeks gain no new tear tracks. Kensa’s kisses press to the line of his jaw, then part to catch at his skin. Her heaving chest presses to the broad expanse of his own, her lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath his right ear. “Don’t let this stop.” Whispered, and though she can speak with command she gives him her vulnerability instead before pulling that ear through her teeth only barely gentle.
Kensa
