Day 2 - Touch
Weiss has always had that scar
In all the time I've known her.
The one that streaks across her eye—
It leaves me so bewildered.
She's beautiful beyond compare—
I become lost within her stare,
Magnificent asymmetries;
Soulbound by her melodies.
And so it was, upon this night,
As many come before,
We lay in bed, wrapped side by side,
Gaze lost in distant shores.
She held me like she'd never let go,
Pulled me close so I would know
That I am loved, that she's right here.
I held her closer. Weiss, my dear...
"How long have you had that scar?"
Weiss blinked, surprised. She shed a tear.
"Long enough to make me think
I'm an imperfect princess whose temper is weak."
I kissed her then, both long and sweet.
I cupped her cheek and dried her tear.
Would she let me touch her here?
Her eyes were closed. I dared to reach -
My thumb to her forehead,
To the line of her scar.
She flinched ever slightly,
Shed tears of alarm.
"Do you need me to stop?"
I needed to know.
Weiss whimpered, responded,
"Please, don't let go."
With gentle pressure, I traced her scar
From her brow to her eyelid,
From her cheek to her jaw.
Weiss shed her tears freely.
There was no stopping now.
I kissed at her temple.
I kissed at her brow.
Smoothing her tears
With the pad of my thumb,
I kissed at her lips,
Heartbeat like a drum.
"Ruby, my dear,
How do you so soothe?"
The answer was simple:
"Because I love you."