@cygnedreve — by tender digits...as his own touch grew more possessive. Callused fingers grasping with such a firmness as to leave a mark. As if the sparkling ring on her finger weren't enough to show claim.
@cygnedreve She requested it as if it were an indulgence, something that he needed to think about.
Endlessly considerate and kind, but she needn't be afraid to greedily make demands to him. He could never refuse.
"I'm all yours, my love."
Eye opening, his golden locks soothed —
@cygnedreve — that the Tiger would never let himself partake in, save in her presence. Eye slowly falling shut. Just for a bit, he could rest.
"I'm home, my love...."
@cygnedreve In her arms, home was found. Her presence, her scent so familiar as if to remind him of cherished moments, her gaze which brought his weathered body peace, and a voice like a call to sanctuary which put a restless soul at ease.
He leaned into her, an indulgence —
@cygnedreve "Must I always make you cry?"
He expressed in equally soft tone, a shared moment just for two. He brushed away any tears before they could stain her cheeks, holding her with his other hand in a tight cinch of slender waist.
"I'll always return to you, Celeste. Always."
@sunlitkami — the beauty that your light has given the world, that you might experience it firsthand as us mortals do."
His smile tender and loving, having found in her a purpose with which he would give himself to willingly.
"You deserve at least that much, Amaterasu."
@sunlitkami — Surely another mark of his savagery. He could not dare voice that aloud so soon, even if it might count easily as a desire.
"Then I wish the same. If we are together, no matter when or where, I'm confident that I'll be happy..in fact, I would love to show you all—
Has there ever been a genuine peace? Will there ever be rest for those who strive to make it reality?
The answer comes in the form of a man--a monster, scar-ridden and vengeful. Kept alive by a fire that seeks to burn all he deems unjust and cruel.
He knows not peace.