Sunset Legend

Epilogue

Four months later...

"This was a terrible idea!" I shrieked. Jaxon's hand squeezed mine for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes.
"This was your idea," he chuckled. I glared at him from where I laid on the chair. The tattoo needle whirling as it came close to my face once again.
"Almost done," the tattoo artist said.
Jaxon's eyes were the heart stopping soft orange as he watched the finishing touches on my tattoo.
"Okay. You're all done." I sat up, pulling the red tube top up to make sure it had not fallen down. Jaxon never let go of my hand as we walked toward the mirror.
I felt weightless as I stared at the circle underneath my collar bone with the lines peeking out around it. It was on the same side of my body as it was on Jaxon's.
He kissed my shoulder. "Beautiful."
I payed the artist, tipping more than what was necessary because I was so happy with it. So happy with my life.
We walked back to the castle under the sunset that was blessing us with its never ending beauty.
"Have I ever told you, how much I love you?" Jaxon asked, swinging our hands to stop walking.
I laughed lightly. "You tell me all the time." He smiled, looking nothing short of striking in the golden hour.
His smile fell as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I sighed, resting my head on his chest.
"Summer told me that you would of gave me your heart," he whispered. I sighed a long, heavy sigh.
"I would of. I still would." By now I should be used to his sudden flashed of movement, but I wasn't. I shrieked as we tumbled into the warm grass. He hovered above me, a playful smile on his beautiful face.
"I would do everything all over again, to be here with you." He mumbled into my neck before kissing it. His mouth traveled down my neck and chest until he reached my collar bone. He kissed along it until he reached my new tattoo. "Now I can trace yours." He winked, tracing the lines until his hand started to drift down. I laughed, smacking away his hand, but didn't reject his kiss. I would never.

Some nights were rough. He would sit up so fast in the bed it shook, usually waking me up. He would be damp with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead as his chest shook with uneasy breaths. He would turn to me and apologize. I would only shake my head and bring him to me. He would cling to me until he would drift to sleep, his grip loosening. I would watch his chest rise and fall.
I would wake up to him shaking my shoulders, my throat raw from screaming. I would be crying without even realizing it. He would bring me into his lap as I cried against his chest. He would kiss my temple and reassure me that we were safe now. I would eventually fall asleep and wake up still curled against his chest.

Tonight we laid tangled in bed, his legs through mine as my arms rested to the sides of his head as I laid on top of him. His hair was ruffled from my hands running through it for so long.
"Does it finally feel like home?" He asked, his finger lightly tracing circles onto my bare back. I looked up into the ashy gray eyes that I was so in love with. This was my home. He was my home.