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At night the earth will rise,
and I'll think of you each time I watch from distant skies.
Whenever stars go down and galaxies ignite
I'll think of you each time they wash me in their light,
and I'll fall in love with you again
It was just like every other night for them. The silence was deafening; the tension was unbearable— suffocating even. And the emotions from each of them were raging waters, yet caged deep down in their chests. No one dared to speak out—
—they could not.
Amethyst eyes stared so intently into his masked ones; he swore she would have burned it. He did not relent, though; he did not back down.
His masked face remained stoic, like hers, but his insides churned. His systems were in chaos and so was his mind. Unsaid thoughts were piling up in his head. He could literally feel himself vomiting the words already, but he forced his lips intact, swallowing the words, the thoughts— everything in his all , back down. It was the same for her. She had to bite back everything she wanted to say. Ranging from her anger up to the emotion she had kept locked inside.
He entered the solace of her room and started to walk towards her sitting form. All the while, her gaze never left his. In fact, it was intensifying, much like a warning or a threat for stepping into her abode.
He stopped in front of her and stayed there for a while, never breaking eye contact. It became a battle for them, and whoever breaks the contact loses.
Unfortunately, both of them hate losing.
They stared into each other’s eyes, reading the very message their emotions conveyed.
They were one and the same; he belonged to where she belonged; they belonged together in there, in darkness — he had expressed immensely, stubbornly.
They were not; he belonged nowhere near where she belonged; he belonged to the light while she, in the dark — she reprimanded determinately, repeatedly.
It angered him that she could not understand that they did belong together. It pained her that he would not listen that they did not belong together.
The battle continued. The unspoken arguments spiked with a single yet determined glance. Until, one of them backed down, softening her gaze and slowly breaking the contact as the dark empath turned her head away from him.
It was a slight one, but he felt her defenses lowered. In that small amount, he felt her anger, frustration, fear, and so much more but most of all, worry.
It was his turn to soften his gaze underneath the mask.
The former protégé lifted his hand to the edge of his mask, and tore it away along with his gloves. He lowered his left knee and kneeled in front of her, letting his emotions run free on his cold sapphire eyes. He stared at her for the longest time before carefully placing his right hand on her pale, barren knee. It was a light touch and he was sure, she twitched underneath his fingers. Slowly, he advanced, trailing his hand upward to her thigh, hips, and waist. Along with his, he positioned his right knee in between her legs, hoisting his torso up as his touch travelled.
His face was now a few inches away from hers. He could hear her strained breathing as she tried to calm herself from all the emotions she was hiding from him. He dared to go further, and leaned up to her.
She finally turned her head to face him.
In his eyes held a message of reassurance and safety. A message in which he proclaimed the care and need and longing and love he had for the dark heroine.
That—and everything that was more.
He did not know why, or when, but suddenly, his mouth was onto the corner of her lips.
It was light, chaste, and unadulterated.
It was ethereal.
Something inside the both of them ignited, flowing between them with an intensity neither could understand. It surged throughout their bodies and both could feel their souls dancing, merging into one.
A tear slipped from the maiden’s eyes. It did not go unnoticed, and soon, his lips slowly followed the trail left behind by the tear.
Her frail hands found their way to his muscular back and slowly pulled him to her bed, never letting his lips leave her skin.
He inhaled sharply. Pushing his lips further into her skin, his left hand dragged her body upwards, positioning her into a comfortable pose; and his right hand travelled to her left limb, grabbing it before gently pinning her arm to the bed.
He pulled back slowly, with little space, allowing his sapphire eyes to meet her amethyst ones. Their emotions collided once their eyes met. It was a whirlpool and neither could identify which emotion was which. They did not care anyway, until there was one that emerged higher than the others— an emotion they could not name.
It entangled itself into their beings— body, heart and soul. It embraced them in a shell of warmth that both of them knew they needed— warmth they could only find only in one another.
It made them remember every single thing they silently promised each other. Tonight—as well as the nights before.
His right hand travelled upward and intertwined their fingers in a soft, endearing manner as his lips lowered onto hers.
You are my starlight— her lips responded, with tears now streaming down her face, and finally surrendering to the pleadings of the man who had her heart in his hands.
He groaned in delight and pushed deeper, claiming her lips as his own with hungry fervor— You have always been mine.
I will find you
A thousand armies won't stop me I'll break through
I'll soar the endless skies for only one sight of your starlight