01-23-2019, 12:01 PM
He says he would love to know what goes on inside her mind, calls it a gift and in a voice that makes her think he must mean it. But it still feels strange to her that he would care at all, strange that he considers her someone worth discovering. There is a part of her that is still wary and wild, still wounded and flying on broken wings, a part of her that simply cannot believe him. Cannot see in herself whatever it is he thinks he has found. She is not worthy of his attention, not worthy of the smile so warm on such beautiful lips, not worthy of the way he presses a kiss to her forehead until her eyes close and the tension drains out of her.
But she cannot help but wonder what it might be like to be loved by a man like this one. He seems so kind and so genuine, seems to have more depth than even she can truly fathom, more layers in his history than she can reach with her gift of the mind. But Offspring had seemed kind too, at times. He had loved her perhaps as best he knew how, she just had never been enough to keep that love, never enough to make him stay. It is this part of her past that makes it so hard to be soft again, to put her heart in hands that could just as easily crush it as they could hold it safe and steady. But she feels it again, feels that gentle ache of curiosity in her belly, the magnetic pull that has kept her close to him since that evening on the cliffside.
Her brow furrows a little, soft lines hollowing in her cheeks and above her eyes, a hint of hesitation in the way she pauses to consider him before she returns the gesture. But in the end she does, reaches out to brush her lips against the lines of his brow, smooth aside a forelock so she can see those eyes that somehow manage to make her feel safe. They are eyes full of secrets, full of a past she has not carved out in its entirety, but they are eyes without lies, without dishonesty. She smiles when she finds them, just a little tug in one corner or her dark mouth as she presses a little kiss to the soft corner of his smiling lips. “Perhaps one day i’ll tell you, Magnus.”
He pulls her in tight to him, and she is startled by the ferocity of his thoughts, startled by the content. He wants to protect her? Her eyes are so soft, so surprised when she tips her chin up to catch his gaze, when she smiles without meaning to and pushes the bridge of her nose against the underside of his jaw to hide against his for just a moment. He is so good, so beautiful. So impossible, though. Even if there were such goodness in this world, surely it had no reason to come find her? Then his teeth are on her neck, against her skin, and there is sudden electricity thrumming through her veins, an impossible heat that spreads through her belly. She makes a soft sound, like an sharp exhalation of surprise as she leans back into him again, some traitorous part of her wanting more.
She leans back again in time to catch that glint, that gleam of wicked mischief that drags the reluctant corners of her dark, beautiful mouth into a bemused smile. Let’s go, he says, and suddenly her dark eyes match his mischief, so bright and twinkling when she asks, “to someplace quiet?” She nudges his cheek, rubs the ridge of her face against him again even as warning bells go off at the ache blooming inside her chest.
Why did this feel so right?
But she cannot help but wonder what it might be like to be loved by a man like this one. He seems so kind and so genuine, seems to have more depth than even she can truly fathom, more layers in his history than she can reach with her gift of the mind. But Offspring had seemed kind too, at times. He had loved her perhaps as best he knew how, she just had never been enough to keep that love, never enough to make him stay. It is this part of her past that makes it so hard to be soft again, to put her heart in hands that could just as easily crush it as they could hold it safe and steady. But she feels it again, feels that gentle ache of curiosity in her belly, the magnetic pull that has kept her close to him since that evening on the cliffside.
Her brow furrows a little, soft lines hollowing in her cheeks and above her eyes, a hint of hesitation in the way she pauses to consider him before she returns the gesture. But in the end she does, reaches out to brush her lips against the lines of his brow, smooth aside a forelock so she can see those eyes that somehow manage to make her feel safe. They are eyes full of secrets, full of a past she has not carved out in its entirety, but they are eyes without lies, without dishonesty. She smiles when she finds them, just a little tug in one corner or her dark mouth as she presses a little kiss to the soft corner of his smiling lips. “Perhaps one day i’ll tell you, Magnus.”
He pulls her in tight to him, and she is startled by the ferocity of his thoughts, startled by the content. He wants to protect her? Her eyes are so soft, so surprised when she tips her chin up to catch his gaze, when she smiles without meaning to and pushes the bridge of her nose against the underside of his jaw to hide against his for just a moment. He is so good, so beautiful. So impossible, though. Even if there were such goodness in this world, surely it had no reason to come find her? Then his teeth are on her neck, against her skin, and there is sudden electricity thrumming through her veins, an impossible heat that spreads through her belly. She makes a soft sound, like an sharp exhalation of surprise as she leans back into him again, some traitorous part of her wanting more.
She leans back again in time to catch that glint, that gleam of wicked mischief that drags the reluctant corners of her dark, beautiful mouth into a bemused smile. Let’s go, he says, and suddenly her dark eyes match his mischief, so bright and twinkling when she asks, “to someplace quiet?” She nudges his cheek, rubs the ridge of her face against him again even as warning bells go off at the ache blooming inside her chest.
Why did this feel so right?