Proclivity #2

𓆩28𓆪: 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭

My heart felt unusually light and the burn had finally stopped as I traced my fingers through Hernine's dark hair as she slept peacefully in my arms.

My dad once told me, "If your enemy turns their back toward you, stripped of defense and pride, is it truly your enemy you face?"

And that stuck with me for she utterly looked defensless, here in my arms with a small smile on her face as her snores filtered through.

I felt an unusual emotion spark within me.

Perhaps, in that moment of vulnerability, I saw a mere reflection of my own fears and weaknesses? For in the absence of any armor beside me, I appeared to be fragile.

Right before her.

I had told her about my life, about myself, not completely baring the truth to her about what happened further in my life for I didn't want this feeling — that was enveloping me — to end before it became so much more.

And she had a look on her face that had my mind setting right. All my feelings as if a scattered puzzle, before, then and there made so much sense as soon as I saw her sentiment for me. No one had ever felt for me. She was the first. She was always the first. Always my first priority.

Everything suddenly made sense, her feelings, my feelings and I knew I couldn't deny it anymore and I declared my feelings for her then and there. Everything, for her.

I traced my hand down her lips which I loved kissing, her eyes, which glistened under the moon light with sorrow, for me. All for me. Then her eyelashes which kissed her cheeks a lot more than I did. Then her button nose, she always scrunched whenever I teased her and then her cheeks which always blushed whenever I kiss her, leaving her breathless.

She's all for me.

My lady.

Mine.

I smiled when she dug her face further in my neck.

"Amadio?"

"Right here."

"Promise?"

My eyes faltered and shut as I placed my chin on top of her head as her sleepy voice muffled in.

"Promise, gem." As long as you'll have me.

And she kissed my jaw and I welcomed her.