It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
𝖖uiet is what she seeks and yet it is nowhere to be found, forced to endure the loudness of her own thoughts instead.
not even the run she’s just finished has helped, all it’s done is leave her gasping for air—— 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.
suddenly she can’t seem to focus on anything other than 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, her heart swelling to an impossible degree as she rises on the tips of her toes to give his lips a soft peck.
“ lucky for you, I’m •
“The ruthless Xaden Riorson would never offer to make s’mores for anyone except the love of his life and the keeper of his soul.”
Xaden said, his gaze locked on hers.
“And for the record, I can’t cook anything from scratch, so you’ll just have to settle for s’mores.”
… as horrible as this may sound, I expected as much from ridoc and jesinia knows that too.
I’ll make some time to teach you a few words this week and we can go over whatever he’s taught you, just to make sure it’s correct.
• ever thought the 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 xaden riorson would be out here offering to make a sorrengail 𝒔'𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔 .ᐣ ”
playfulness scintillates within the blue specks of hazel eyes, crinkling at the corners when her own smile grows wider.
miraculously she does not swoon at the sight of that wicked smirk fostering across his lips, the hold he has on her hands no doubt aiding in her composure.
“ and yet they both hold the same meaning to me either way. who would have •
Xaden took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips as he locked eyes with her, a playful smirk tugging at his mouth.
“I said I’d make you s’mores, not pull the moon from the sky and trap it in a ring to give to you. — And I’m only not doing that because I’d rather avoid +
“ imogen had me training late last night to make up for the days I missed. ”
her muscles practically scream for reprieve with each step she takes in his direction, gaze wisely kept on him instead of the blue daggertail she swears is •
the other glove is hastily pulled onto her hand after the yawn, the darkened skin beneath her eyes serving as evidence of yet another sleepless night.
“ these journals aren’t going to read themselves, ” she sighs.
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