FuckinPoind3xter over here to introduce (sort of) a new character for an upcoming dual story between Aviator39 and I. It will not be posted here, but on Archive Of Our Own so yeah go check over there
Can I stay here with you till the morning
I am so far from home and i feel a little stoned
so can i stay here with you till the morning?
There's nothing i want more than to wake up on your floor
She expresses herself in a wicked way, with strips of light and haughty flicks of her wrists. Its control and its power, simple moves conveying such strong, broad and high messages to the outside.
Fear me.
Strips of white and blue, swirling against marble skin, threatening with a single lick to strike up a fire, create powerful cracks across the surface, but she knows how to control her dance and she does it so well.
But he sees through her.
So can I stay here with you, till the day breaks?
There's something you should know
I ain't got no place to go
So can I stay here with you, till the day breaks
How happy it would make me to see your face when I wake
He can see through the dance, the smirks and haughty silence, the streaks she creates to almost threaten him but there's pride in his eyes when she does it and it brings that smile to her lips again.
The one that feels so much acceptance, swelling the cavity, bringing genuine joy to her features and it calms the storm, puts ice against the bruise, brings those crinkles to the corners of her eyes.
Its pride and acceptance and it's bloody brilliant if she does say so herself.
Because even after the blood and the fires and the skin that has soaked the ground around her feet, he is still there. Even after the revelations and the opening up, he is still there, with open arms and that cool smile that brings unshed tears to the corners of her eyes.
She is loved, she is loved, loved, loved and she cannot believe it.
She is loved.
So can I stay here with you till the nighttime
I've fallen sad inside and I need a place to hide
So can I stay, here with you, through the nighttime
I've fallen so sad it's true, now won't you take me to your room
And he takes her into his arms, cold and hard, and she finds refuge beneath his chin. She finds safety in the folds of his coat, she finds happiness beneath a heart that no longer beats, she finds a home in something more than a man.
And she is happy.
Whisper to me, is this love?
