let my shadows prove the sunshine
Her voice is but a whisper as his name escapes her lips and in response he hums into her alabaster skin, the lightest curl of a smile finding its way onto his face. The sinking sun and the soft twinkling of familiar stars over head relaxes him all the more, finding fluidity between himself and her, closing the inches between them with one swift step towards her. Side by side, his mouth littering unspoken emotions into her cheek and neck, a growing intensity igniting a familiar spark in him that had long since been a mere smoldering ember in their past. He is beginning to long for her in a way that is past a simple friendship, the rising moon overhead stoking the fire he feels growing in his chest.
Svedka watches her carefully; gauging her reaction to his touch and intimate gestures, not wanting to cross any lines she has clearly set before him. He can only imagine the inner turmoil that truly rages inside her mind and though she has allowed much, he knows that even though he does not remember her any differently, there is a chance she is uncomfortable with a closeness she has no recollection of. There is no denying the chemistry that buzzes like electricity around them, growing bolder and brighter in the dying sunlight and rising moonlight.
Ilma’s next words catch him off guard. His quickening pulse seems to steady, the fire of desire calming with a quiet inhale as he lifts his mouth from her to meet the molten amber of her eyes, listening with a crease in his brow. There is a tilt of his head, a soft sound of droplets from his damp tendrils of white and blue dripping into the still water that laps gently at the base of his shoulder. Svedka reassures her with a genuine smile that accompanies a light bob of his head before rubbing his forehead gingerly against her neck (he still desires the closeness, unable to pull himself away from her).
“Not ours,” he replies softly into the now twilight of the Tephran landscape, pulling his head back to look at any reaction she might have. Disappointment is what he worries he will find etched onto her beautiful pale face, hoping that his answer would not steal away from their intimate moment. “I will help you search for them, if you wish it.” With a gentle exhale, his crystalline gaze drifts from hers and towards the volcano in the distance. His chest begins to push through the stream’s warm water and towards the soft shoreline, (immediately disliking the cool air that rushes in as he begins to slowly move away from her), anticipating her wish to move further into Tephra to find better answers for the visions that plague her mind.
svedka
@[Ilma]