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@palfreys ;;  ♥︎ yours indeed.

    SWEET AND AIRY 《 @dygougr 》
                   was the sound of her giggle at his words.   she did not expect in the sizzle of the atmosphere to listen to such words uttered from his mouth and certainly not in the empty training grounds where she had come to hear and feel of his training.  ))
            
                   what to do with you.  (( synthia spoke as her thumbs caressed the smooth skin of his cheeks, her clouded orbs staring up towards him faithfully.  a small smirk spread on her lips then, a result of her cheeky thoughts  as she tiptoed towards him, her body pressing onto his, as she let her lips  press against the skin of his cheek she has just caressed ever so tenderly.  ))
            
                      you want a kiss here or.. ((  she spoke softly, words teasing only for his ears, as she let her lips press a second kiss onto his jawline and then a third one towards his neck purposely.  she had understood what he had meant when referring to a kiss,  yet tenderness pressed so firmly against her lungs.   she wanted to tease him.  to see his reaction and yet she knew, she would gjve him what he desired sooner rather than later. ))    or here?  
            
              

⠀ID:  ⟮ @avoirelle ⟯ 
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            *the dam breaks. her humanity shatters open, and she cries into her hands, trying to stifle the sound. why is it so overwhelming. with shaky breaths, palms sliding against the fabric of her dress, she rises to her feet and wipes her cheeks.*        uhm.. i should go. i’m too much of a mess. and gosh, this scent is so beautiful. its all i can think about. holy and pure. its like i can’t escape him anywhere i go. isn’t that ironic? even my confession is just of /him./
            
            /  oh, not at all! 

⠀ID:  ⟮ @avoirelle ⟯ 
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            *a shaky laugh slips out of her, thin and nervous. the incense is strong, holy, heady, and it makes her feel tottering, wrapped in a slow, lulling comfort. the irony of it all hits her at once, and the laugh trembles into something softer.. until the tears come. before she realizes it, her hand reaches out, fingers gripping the wooden wall between them, the one with the little carved boxes. the voice on the other side is far too /soft,/ but in a way that undoes her. it soothes her so deeply it feels like she is hearing his voice rather. slowly, she lets go of the wall, wiping at her cheeks. but the tears keep spilling, overflowing until she hiccups.*
            
            i.. uhm. sorry,   *she stutters, the truth swelling on her tongue, impossible to shape.*    no sin. or maybe. i dont know. i mean, i know everyone falls short of God’s glory, but i.. /this../      *love pours out of her in the rise and fall of her breath, in the tremble of her lips. she closes her mouth, unable to translate the feeling into anything human.*    i’m sorry. i dont think i have it in me to confess. i dont know whats wrong with me.    
            
            *the faces flashing through her mind, the pressure of a light pressing at the back of her thoughts, she can’t hold it anymore. the words break free.*    i love /Him./ i love him and i dont know how not to. or how it is possible to breathe. because if i don’t see him, if i can’t feel him, its like something in me forgets how /simple/ breathing is. i’ve never felt this. it’s not even a feeling. its a presence. is this normal? is this how everyone else confesses? because i know i am the worst of sinners, but i know my love is not a /sin./     

@sceptrre  ;;  changed it up a bit, I hope you don't mind <:

uriel   (( she mumbled underneath her breath, the name she had given to him in her mind, God's divine light.    her naked feet drove her towards him, brown dress shifting in the subtle wind as she walked against it before her grey orbs, the center of her irises holding golden and brown flakes within them, stared observingly at him, going over his body to make sure no wound had remained marred on his skin.     after a few silent moments she let her hands gently take a hold of his, starring up at his grey orbs before bringing his hand upwards slightly, her head leaning forward to press his knuckles towards her forehead.  )) 
              
                    thank you.  for saving me.   ((  she spoke, warmth held in her voice as she let his hand down, holding it still, while a smile spread on her rosy lips, her golden locks moving with the wind. ))    I am synthia.    what's your name?   or, perhaps first, how are you feeling?

this is as real as it gets, I'm afraid.   (( the elder woman responded, subtle sorrow shining through the earthy hues of her orbs.  synthia's brows pulled towards each other over her words before the sound of s man's pain filled grunt shook her from her thoughts.  her gaze turned towards her left, catching the glimpse of tan skin, filled with wounds and overtaken with sweat, thrashing about.    her instincts drove her standing before the woman's words, her bare feet taking her towards him steadily, golden locks having taken the color of blood that was not her own, she knew.  she could feel his energy now, clear and ringing in her ,mind, her eyes perceiving teh shade of God's fire before them on his entire being.   her hands hesitated not int their endeavor as she began healing his wounds and through the touch of his skin, she had felt him, not only as an existence, but as something far beyond this realm.   and she knew, it was him who had healed her. him who had saved her.  him who had answered her prayer, God's messenger, to her eyes and mind.    the wounds slowly transferred to her skin, carving the agony he felt, yet her body endured it more than normally.  once his breathing  had evened again, she pulled back, as if scorched by fire. )) 
            
            
                  [..]     ((   the following days went by peacefully.  synthia had learned that they had been in a land where destruction was still far from and where nature was still as God had intended, a well running circle of life.      she had slowly began to take good hold of her newfound sight, letting her eyes adjust to what was normal for many other human beings besides her, yet foreign to herself.      on the 15th day of their stay, he had awaken.   his sight shook her more than she had expected, the basket of medicinal plant falling from her grasp as she stood frozen for a moment.  ))

I see you have awakened, child.  take it easy now.   your body hasn't be through little.  ((  a voice came out of thin air causing synthia's attention to turn towards it only to stare at a short, sweet looking elderly woman, her grey hair long and wavy, and clothes loose and comfortable.  synthia slowly tried to stand up in order to walk towards her, yet the attempt was short lived as her feet trembled with the weakness she had still felt within her bones, causing her to fall back on the bedding ungracefully.  ))  now, now, what did I tell you.  ((  she heard the woman speak and a kind hand pressed against her forehead swiftly after.  overwhelmed, she stood still under the woman's searching gaze, until, a bit timid, she spoke. ))    where am I?    is this.. a dream?  (( her voice held the confusion in which her mind and body where currently at, both trying to register all at once that was happening.   one fact remain unsolvable.  she had been blind since birth and yet here she was now, seeing completely normally, as if that was God's will from the start.  how could that be?  ))

         I have been desiring that for quite some time now...my love.  ((  the endearment fell soft and fluid from her lips despite the shyness that engulfed her, her lungs aching with the need of her breath and his to mix and mingle once more. )) 
            
                       I have been yours since the first moment you had brushed your hand upon me, rurik.        you have kept me waiting far too long. 

    UNAWARE WAS SHE《 @dygougr 》
                       of their surroundings for in his embrace the world seemed to fade, everything narrowing to the pleasant warmth of his touch against her hand and waist, of the excruciating fire from his breath against her neck and of his scent that engulfed her ever so firmly and wholly, just like he did. )) 
            
                  ((  her bare feet moved through the cold stone smoothly, only to then moments later press against the firm softness of earth's grassy soil with swift grace of movement underneath his watchful and tender guidance.    in the peace of the environment, her heart seemed too loud in her ears as her eyes, clouded and yet different, looked toward him, muted shapes of light and darkness painting her vision.      with the pause of his steps came the overwhelming closeness of his being against her own, his embrace solid and yet filled with softness.  as they parted, the remnants of his breath stuck on her lips in a way she had no available words to describe.  it left her body burning from inside out, heart heart aching with longing as a soft laugh escaped her whilst following his guidance, twirling around.  she did not show down as she returned to his embrace,  her hands gently and tenderly followup the expansion of his arms towards, her fingers brushing upon his clothed skin, before resting on the solid width of his chest, feeling the soft thumbing of rurik's own hearth beneath her touch.  ))
            
                    what a tongue you have. (( softness painted her voice as her cheeks bloomed a rosy shade from his words and actions.  in the warmth tenderness that overflowed inside her she stayed still within his arms, the arms of the man who had captured her heart and soul ever so effortlessly.   ))
            
               

don't run away from me.  at least-  let me help.  my power holds no names or kingdoms other than the one of God and you are contained within it as much as I am.   ((   synthia spoke, her words firm yet underlimed with inexplicable tenderness as she let her palm press firmly against the uneven and sturdy surface of his chest, muscles taut and warm underneath her fingers, his skin firm yet fractured with the stains of olden wound.  through the inconsistency of his energy the soft trail of her fingers found the soft material of his bandage which she carefully pulled aside, only for her palm to press against the tenderness of his wound firmly.  heat pulsate through her palm to his wound as she spoke of the prayer she had always used when healing others, the heat of her palm only growing in intensity until-   she bit down on her bottom lip as her own skin tore apart, taking upon her his own wound, a wound that upon her skim was already healing at a rapid rate. ))    there.   not so difficult,  was it? ((  she spoke, her breath slightly shallow as she let her head rest upon his chest, sweat having formed slightly upon her forehead and pressed against his chest. ))  wounds don't last upon my body.  this one will be healed in a matter of hours whereas yours would have taken days.   so..if that had been your worry, shush it.  I want to be able to help you. 

speak to me.  what do you see, rurik.   ((  she persisted now, her head held high towards him as her fingers wrapped tightly against his wrist, preventing him from walking farther away from her.    he spoke of his actions as if they were all for her, yet secretly they weren't.  not to her.   he was afraid and she desired to listen to him say it.  synthia gently pulled him towards her, her body pressed firmly against the rough body of the oak tree, it's imprint upon her lightly clothed skin grounding her in a profound way.  her eyes had remained glossed over, remnants of her tears sticking to the corners of her eyes, as her full lips parted, her breathing an irregular one as she tried to tame the bundle of her emotions with forefront her sadness and desire. ))
            
                  what would these eyes that are not yours witness exactly?   what we have..  what you endlessly avoid.. do you believe it to be a sin?  (( her questions fell consecutive, persistent, just as her heart was, it's beat singing in the confinements of her chest as nervousness slowly bloomed alongside it.  he desired for her to speak more?  to not stay within the cathedral?  if answers and clearance were his desires, so were hers.  since long before. ))

  NATURAL《 @dygougr 》
                   felt the pull towards him, her body aching for his closeness, for his one caress, word, touch.   he had already imprinted his presence in such a potent way that she felt him everywhere she went. her skin still tingled of his touch, of the rough caress his fingers had left behind, and her lips burned of memory now distant but still ever so vivid inside her.    her feet followed of his lead willingly, her body ever the traitor it was when it came to him.  for some odd reason, her heart desired to embrace him, to run her fingers tenderly through his unruly hair that she adored, to press her nose against the hollow of his neck to breathe him in,  to settle there.  like a wondering bird that's looking for a place to create it's nest.   ))
            
                   at least, you can look at me.       tell me, what do you see?    ((  she spoke, her words sad more so than bitter.  she desired to know what he looked like when he looked towards her way. to know of the little quirks he may be could possess, of what was his appearance like, of the depths his eyes held.   of what those eyes spoke of.   ))