@DevilSanction She whimpers. βTeren, Lieber,β fingers clutched into a grip, legs pressed against one another, the base of her belly weeps into a knot. βIβm sorry, I said Iβm sorry, donβt be mad ...β
@DevilSanction [This is the part where she curls into his chest, her shield and sanctuary from the rest of the world.]
I care,
[In a mouse-like squeak, the defiance was laughable.]
@DevilSanction and truth; putting back into the light the heart of the matterβtheir raison dβetre that is each other.
βLieber.β
Now, in the comfort of the bed they share, in the embrace where she belongs, where the moon gently exudes its gleam.
βIβm sorry, too.β
@DevilSanction shame. As if itβs anything to be ashamed of. βThen Iβd be the angry, angry wife.β
The supper was, safe to say, a much needed one. There are revelations that can only be found at the table, feelings tasted in-between food, glances stolen and returned with warmth -
@DevilSanction tomorrow, all the after,β jumping to the little, βand ...β
The ring finger. The significance of it throws her off and Ahava bashfully clears her throat; an effort to restore a mask of her temper.
@DevilSanction catch a glimpse of heaven, and what is there left of heaven without this very love?
βIn pain and in joy,β she presses her thumb against his, βin anger and in ease,β before proceeding to the index finger, βin sickness and in health,β and then the middle, βtoday, -
@DevilSanction I had chosen better, that would be when I told you to let me go.β
The deafening applause. The tearful fight. The cold after.
βBecause I donβt want that. I never want that. I might be angry, and sad, and it might take time for me to calm down, but my love for -
@DevilSanction Do you realize that whenever your mind weighs you, you always forget your morning shave?
βReally?β thumb rubbing on his stubs, βI want to know.β