I really love this pairing.
I don't own His Dark Materials.
The sound tires on my lips
To fade away into forgetting—Whisper, A Fine Frenzy
Insomnia
He visits her dreams, sometimes. Through murky remembrance she can see the resplendence of his eyes that is so keen, they glow in their vivacity. He whispers her name in her sleep, luring her away from reality,
Marisa…Marisa….
Every time she wakes from one of those dreams she reminds herself that it was not love; it was a moment of weakness when she surrendered to the quiver in her voice, the faint feeling in her heart when he took her by the waist and claimed her mouth with his hot, demanding kisses.
She just misplaced her resolve in the heat of her body, in her own foolish desire to be loved.
I was young, she tells herself when she longs for him, and it was nothing.
Lyra was just a result of her mistake.
But sometimes, in the obsidian darkness of night, she closes her eyes and inhales the fire of his whispers.