[private] you couldn't hide it from me, casimira

[savior]

Savior

She comes swimming up over the horizon like a mirage.
For a moment, he thinks he’s fallen asleep and has dreamed her.

(He has often felt this way because his thoughts reflect hers more often than either of them realizes—she is so beautiful that he cannot always believe that she has chosen him, certainly the most beautiful thing he has ever held.) 

And what a sweet dream it would be after the plague of nightmares. 
But she presses herself into his side and she is solid and she is real and her forehead is warm beneath his mouth when he presses it there. It is no dream and this makes it even sweeter.

There has always been a sort of melancholy to her, a kind of darkness in her brow that has made him want to excavate whatever it is that haunts her. If he could take it unto himself, he would without hesitation. But there is something deeper now, something darker. He can feel it in how softly she speaks. 

For a moment, neither of them speaks. He waits, holding her, until his heart orients itself around hers, the patterns of their pulse matching. It is only then that he lifts his head to try and catch her eye. “I missed you so much that you appeared,” he says with a rueful smile, aching for her own smile.

“Something’s troubling you,” he murmurs, reaching out to brush her cheek, exhaling a warm breath against her skin.

YOU REMIND ME WHO I WAS AND WHO I WANT TO BE
YOU REMIND ME THOUGH NOT WHOLE, I’M NOT EMPTY

@Casimira