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And, when Dayeon pulls him into the skin of her neck, so soft and bare. As if she were offering her life on a platter to a beast who knew not the comfort of such soft love, he felt his soul leave his body in euphoria.
032 felt his heart seize and stutter in it's rapid beating. She smelled divine, she was so soft. Skin left unmarred and so very domestic. It felt wrong to embrace her with these scarred hands that know only battle.
032 had never been allowed so close. Not even his brother held him so close, his body having long since been conditioned to keep people away from all vitals.
Yet, this girl who knew who he was, what he did. This girl who was the sun and a warm breeze wrapped with cotton soft skin, with those welding finger tips that fixed all of his fractures, hugged him, a boy who brought only death, into her neck.
He could kill her so easily. Snap her neck, or bite and tear. It would be so easy, but just the thought of defiling her holy body with his sinners hands, and beastly teeth made his body shake.
Already, 032 was undeserving of her sweet love that made his teeth tingle. He was so, so greedy. Taking all that was offered without shame.
Hands calloused from cooking day in and day out made their way into his shaggy hair. They played with the very ends of his off white hair, tugging lightly and making his skull tingle, alternating between doing that, and massaging his scalp gently. It made him melt in her hands.
He felt so vulnerable, so open. But... 032 didn't feel weak. He didn't feel bothered or tense that he's wide open for the taking. That she could hurt him.
032 realizes with a pounding heart that if Dayeon were to ask him to commit atrocities with that sweet toothy smile and squinted eyes that held so much love, he would do so with pride while singing poems of her image. That if she asked him for his heart, still beating and bleeding for only her, he would gladly rip it out from his chest with care he would not usually use for himself.
032 would give everything he had, and then some just so that he could stay like this with her. Like this, his heavy head cradled into her warm shoulder. Her hands soft and gentle in his hair, and his nose buried in her neck, surrounded by her sent. Surrounded by her, her, her.
He really could g stop himself from pressing soft, butterfly kissing into the hollow of her collarbone. Pressing his lips into the big mole the size of his fingertip, a smile stretched across his face and overjoyed giggles filled he fuzzy warm room. Like his own ballad sung by his very own heart for her, only ever her.
This time, he marvelled at the trust given to him. The way she could so proudly gift him her neck, and heart. So very open, and innocent, and it makes 032 want to be here for all of eternity. Until death.
She smelled of that shampoo she often used, wild flowers and coconut, 032 thinks, and it stuffed his head full. He couldnt think of anything else but Dayeon, Dayeon, Dayeon.
Her voice, but a sweet lull that threatened to pull him to sleep, full of soft giggles and playful quips as she just whispered to him little secrets that embedded themselves into his skull.
He wouldn't ever dare to forget, the very notion so far fetched, it wasn't even an option.
032 remembered everything with Dayeon, remembered everything about her. It would be a sin to forget the secrets she gifted him. It would be sin to forget her touch, and smell, and personality, and doubts. 032 may not be a man of God, never was and never will be, but 032 was wholeheartedly, Earth shatteringly Dayeons. How could he be anyone else's when he existed for only her?
She gave her worth in a way no one ever has.
Warmth surrounded him on all sides, and 032 is clueless as to how he managed to get here. How Dayeon wanted to hug him, and cuddle him, and love him. Why dos she want him, when there dozens of others who are better? Why 032?
032 can't stop himself from wrapping trembling hands that could never still around her waist, and turning onto his back, dragging her with him and pulling her body flush against his own.
They line up perfectly together, like two parts of a whole. God, he's so gone for this girl. So gone for my girl.
She laughs in joy, and 032 swears she sounds like heavens angels, free and so very beautiful. He looks with wide eyes as she pushes herself off him slightly, leaning her weight onto his chest, and smiling with all the joy in the world.
The afternoon light, orange and so very warm, seems to bend, every stray bit of light yearning to map the gentle contours of her face. She looks so very divine, and 032 forgets how to breath once soft brown eyes that shift to golden and bright purples stare at him with so much care, and affection, and love.
It makes his throat close and eyes burn. How she could stare at him like, knowing who he is, and what he's done, is lost on 032. He just prays that she never stops.
He settles his hands onto her waist with the excuse of steadying her, but really he just wants to touch her. To make sure this isnt just a dream, that she's real. That this is real.
"Oh, my pretty boy.." she hums lovingly, and his heart nearly bursts at the nickname. A blush, shy and a soft pink rises on his face, and 032 cant bring himself to hide it. Pretty boy. 032 was Dayeons pretty boy. He was hers.
Every day he loves her more.
She giggles at his reaction, her arms moving to wrap around him in a hug and a persistent nose in his neck, just over his tattoo, a large, blocky 032. So alive under his palms, she doesn't even care that she's embracing a boy built up for death. She accepts it.
She hugs him tightly, as if the mere thought of being away from him was preposterous. She hugged him as if she wanted to merge with him, to push him so deep into her chest, and gift to him a home.
032 can't hold back the free laughter that falls from his lips, energy making him twist and wrestle with her. She laughs too, poking at his battle rough skin, and laying feather light kisses onto his face.
032 feels himself burst at the seams with love. A love so grand, and pure, and so very unlike him, threatens to pour from his pores. His body unable to handle the magnitude of utter devotion he holds for her.
Home. Dayeon is home. 032 has never had a home. Has never had this type of unrestrained, unapologetic love that threatened to eat him whole.
They end in a tangle of limbs and blankets, Dayeon stuck to him like a koala, and 032 just as equally unwilling to let go. They whisper to each other soft secrets unknown to everyone but them. Dayeon tells him of sacred moments, and 032 of his few good memories.
032 can't stop looking at her. Her pretty face, and sincere eyes, and healing hands. Laying with Dayeon, is like being absolved of his sins.
Dayeon, looking at him with that endearing look in her big eyes, as if 032 is actually worth something, soothes the pain of existing despite all he's done.
And, as she scoots closer, moving to straddle his waist and trapping his head between her arms. Brown hair curtaining this moment from the world, reserving it only for them. As she smiles a smile that holds all of the joy in the world, and whispers with soft lips words that make 032 shed tears:
"I love you."
032 can't resist pulling her close and peppering desperate kisses onto her soft face. Can't help worshiping skin he doesn't deserve to touch, and cradling limbs created by Gods gentle hands. Dayeon was an angel sent from heaven, just for him.
He cries softly as she continues to whisper those true, true, true words. She presses them into his skin, carving them into his bones, and hammering them into his mind until that's all he believes and knows.
And 032 has never felt so safe and wanted. He's never felt so... Loved.
032 is a greedy man, so how could he possibly resist an angels temptation? Doing so would surely be a sin, would it not?
Cradled with soft whispers that resounded with such sincerity, and coated in safety, 032 vows to himself to protect her, and love her, and care for her until he can no longer.
He promises with devoted looks, and words left unsaid to be always by her side, till death, and through life. 032 is Dayeons, and he wouldn't dare to leave her.