Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Nubivagant: - Wandering in the clouds; moving through the air.
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Nikolai's POV:
I wince in pain, struggling to keep my body as still as possible.
I think I'm dying.
No I know I am.
I am dying.
Leonora has been asleep on my arm now for hours and I can no longer feel my arm. Pins and needles running up my arm to my shoulder, causing sharp pains every time my fingers twitch. Which by the way have no circulation right now.
But am I going to move? Absolutely not.
As the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow upon the room. The sun casting a kaleidoscope of colours across Leonora's cheek. I find myself mesmerized by the sight of Leonora nestled against me, her gentle breaths like whispers of tranquillity in the stillness of dawn. Her delicate form rests against my arm, her features softened by the peaceful embrace of sleep.
I marvel at the sight of her, so serene and ethereal in her slumber, her presence a beacon of warmth and light in the quiet of our cottage. With each rise and fall of her chest, I am reminded of the profound connection that binds us together, a bond forged in the depths of our shared journey.
God, how did I even manage to get a woman like Leonora?
I watch Leonora softly stir from her deep slumber. We didn't do much honestly last night. Aside from the fact that Leonora declared she loved me, and me to her. How can such a beautiful soul love someone like me? I don't care right now; as long as she stays, I'll be a happy man.
But we finished our meal that night and enjoyed the stars as the sky cleared. We fulfilled her dream to toast marshmallows under the sky, and then slept. Well it's more like Leonora slept and I just... watched, jesus how am I only now noticing how creepy that is?
But here we are...
Leonora stirs once more, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks like delicate butterfly wings. With a content sigh, I pull her closer, blood rushing back to my arm as she nestles her head against my shoulder. I lean down and press my nose against her hair, as I breathe her in.
"Good sleep baby?" I mumble into her hair, intertwining our legs together.
I feel her nod against me, her hands coming to fiddle with the rings on my fingers. Gods I love this woman.
"You want this one?" I ask, holding her hands in mine, as she continues to play with the silver ring along my finger.
"It'll be too big." She whispers, her breath fanning across my bare chest.
