06-07-2016, 02:41 PM
His warmth on my skin was more than I had ever hoped to happen again. His harsh breathing ringing in my ears was music, as was the sound of his voice as he spoke to me. Gods above I loved him. His heart beat as it steadied itself in his chest. The way I would catch his eyes and just smile. "I love you too." Each rumble of his voice, each breath he took something that I had once thought I would never have again. I had searched for him, although not too entirely hard once I had been released from my servitude. When I had first been released back into the real world I had been in shock.
I had been figuring out what was real and what wasn't. Was I really back in Beqanna or was I just in another scenario that Abaddon had decided to toss me in. He liked to do it. Did things that I could only shudder at and wish that I could burn them out of my brain.
The hardest ones had always involved Drow and Dara. Until I had to force myself to be numb to the love I felt for them, until I was nothing more than a machine that didn't think. I only reacted.
And then, then I had found him. Found him and our beautiful daughter. She had welcomed me back without a thought, wrapped herself around me. A hug had never felt so good. It was like my heart had stuttered to a stop in my chest and she had restarted it. I have never felt such pain or relief in my life as at that moment. And then Drow, my beautiful Drowling.
I had saw the pain in his eyes. It had echoed in my heart, I had shuttered it away, concentrating on the one good thing we still had left. Until I couldn't. Until the pain threatened to eat me alive. Looking but not touching. So formal.
But....But he had still loved me. He forgave me, welcomed me back into his arms and god if I hadn't wanted to cry like a big baby. It was all I could do to not cry and some piece of me healed when he had tucked me against his chest. I had been just as broken as him once upon a time ago. He wasn't now. He was the same yet different. I was so damn proud of him.
Even if I still woke to nightmares in the night and his lips and voice had to soothe them away. Not as often. Too often I was exhausted to dream. And the other nights I was happy, without the dark thoughts on my mind.
But we were back, were back to where we met, to the beginning of our love story. Every good one has its ups and downs, but hopefully, my adventure was enough for our entire lifetime, long as it was. I recognized in Drow, the trait I also held as he aged and stayed the same.
"You are the breath in my lungs and the beating of my heart Drowling." I murmur against his skin, my lips and tongue trailing across his neck.
I had been figuring out what was real and what wasn't. Was I really back in Beqanna or was I just in another scenario that Abaddon had decided to toss me in. He liked to do it. Did things that I could only shudder at and wish that I could burn them out of my brain.
The hardest ones had always involved Drow and Dara. Until I had to force myself to be numb to the love I felt for them, until I was nothing more than a machine that didn't think. I only reacted.
And then, then I had found him. Found him and our beautiful daughter. She had welcomed me back without a thought, wrapped herself around me. A hug had never felt so good. It was like my heart had stuttered to a stop in my chest and she had restarted it. I have never felt such pain or relief in my life as at that moment. And then Drow, my beautiful Drowling.
I had saw the pain in his eyes. It had echoed in my heart, I had shuttered it away, concentrating on the one good thing we still had left. Until I couldn't. Until the pain threatened to eat me alive. Looking but not touching. So formal.
But....But he had still loved me. He forgave me, welcomed me back into his arms and god if I hadn't wanted to cry like a big baby. It was all I could do to not cry and some piece of me healed when he had tucked me against his chest. I had been just as broken as him once upon a time ago. He wasn't now. He was the same yet different. I was so damn proud of him.
Even if I still woke to nightmares in the night and his lips and voice had to soothe them away. Not as often. Too often I was exhausted to dream. And the other nights I was happy, without the dark thoughts on my mind.
But we were back, were back to where we met, to the beginning of our love story. Every good one has its ups and downs, but hopefully, my adventure was enough for our entire lifetime, long as it was. I recognized in Drow, the trait I also held as he aged and stayed the same.
"You are the breath in my lungs and the beating of my heart Drowling." I murmur against his skin, my lips and tongue trailing across his neck.