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every single time they meet, the more the distance between them disappears.
they sit closer and closer by time, to the point where she leans on his shoulder often. in a way, he was a place where she feels safe enough to rest in. she feels confident enough to be vulnerable and close her eyes and breathe here, in front of him.
he felt it too. whenever he was out of it, whenever it rained, he felt happier. and here, with her, ease came to him, and he often found himself drawn to her calming aura. being in her company felt like meditating, like watching a good view and realising that perhaps peace exists after all.
"your hair is very dark.", she comments now, evidently speaking more than when they met, "they're the color of the night."
"you resemble the night too well.", she added when she tucked a strand of his hair that was starting to bother him, "in my mind at least."
"and how am i similar to the dark sky to you?", he asked, interested.
she considered it, answering slowly, "you seem to hold the best stories and secrets, ones i wish the stars would tell me to help me sleep."
"not because i'm brooding and tall and attractive? shame.", he jokes, hiding the fact that he was in reality, mildly flattered by her words. she shakes her head, smiling.
"your heart," she said, pointing to his chest, "is like the moon. it glows despite the dark. it is a mystery to me how comforting it could be."
"comforting?"
she smiled sheepishly, "have you never looked up to the moon and felt a longing feeling? have you never gazed at her and felt safe?"
he thought of it, and looked back at her, and nodded.
that afternoon bled into the night, the rain still pouring and them still sitting side by side. slowly, the moon finally joined them.
"look at her!", she nudged her friend. his eyes turned to look out to watch the moon, while her eyes now looked at him instead of her, "isn't the moon beautiful tonight?"
isn't he-
"she is.", he nodded softly, turning to see her watching him.
in this light, she seems so ethereal. he stared, committing the sight to memory. he doesn't ever want to forget this.
her eyes strayed to his lips; have they always been a light pink shade? her mouth parted ever so slightly, an idea taking place in her mind.
her eyes met his, and perhaps it was the question in hers or the assurance of his, but he felt the kiss before he saw it coming.
it turns out that lips were as soft as they looked, and when met together, there is something so tender about the impact that you only feel a press so light.
it also turns out that lips could be intimate, that passion often leaves unexpected marks. when the presses get deeper, when lips part and you welcome another in the space that was originally only yours.
his lips were not pale pink anymore, no they were a vivid kiss-bruised red. she was going to ask about her own, when he pressed another kiss, now in the space below her eyebrows, above her eyelids.
he's always been fond of her eyes. the truth always shone in them, and the god of lies was attracted to it by nature.
his hands found home on the curves of her waist. he has pulled her to his embrace, brought her closer, letting her sit atop his lap. her palms rested on his shoulders.
she is leaving kisses now, on his cheekbones. they were too pretty not to kiss, she claimed in her mind. in response, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
their clothes stayed on, but they knew something had changed. the string connecting them now draws tighter and stronger. they kissed and laid and dreamed and touched hands.
"yours.", he whispered, holding her hand against his heart, "the moon is yours."
author's note:
this is my fav chapter of the story actually.
anyways, i'd talk about myself but there isn't anything exciting or overly happy to talk about. somedays, which now is most days, i feel like everything is going too fast, that i don't even have a single sure grip on anything at the moment. i'm about to lose friends, and unsure if i could make new ones. i'm going back to square one, where once i understood the game like the back of my hand, now the game is a whole maze to me.
i can't say i'm not excited for new things, but dangit i want old things too.
