Sorry I haven't been writing! I haven't been keeping up lately because I'm so busy. Expect lots of new chapters though. This one's kinda short, and to the point, but the action should be starting within the next chapter or two. Enjoy!
The rest of the day seemed to fly by, although we hardly did anything. Time flies when I'm with Howl. That is something I fear. Time. Death. I'm always worrying about something, I know, but it's peculiar to think about. I never want to be separated from Howl. Death is the only thing that, eventually, will.
I tried to get my mind off of it, and focus on what is happening now. Howl, still as graceful as ever, is reading a potions book he recently received as a wedding gift. He is in full concentration, his eyes swiftly moving from page to page. He must have noticed me staring, and quickly caught my eye, smiling the beautiful way he smiles.
He promised me that, now freed of Calcifer, he wouldn't use magic so much. It had scared me, ever since the time he had took it too far after I messed with his potions in the bathroom. And when he would work for the kingdom, in time of war, that had scared me as well. So he promised me he would only make potions for citizens, and teach young wizards and witches spells and whatnot. This satisfied me enough.
I broke from my trance to watch Howl rise, set his book down, and extend his arm out for me to take.
"Come, my love," He whispered, barely audible. I smiled, and took his arm, "this way."
He walked me to the door, grabbed my hat, and placed in gently on my head. Beatiful. He whispered. Although it was too quiet, maybe I had only imagined it. With one more glance my way, he twisted the knob on the door to the pink palet. Our meadow.
Click. He opened the door, and I immediately felt a soft warm breeze blow against my face. The smell of lavender filled the air. I opened my eyes, the sky was perfectly blue, with fluffy white clouds strolling overhead, the grass was so green, so healthy, with specks of pink, blue, yellow, white, the flowers were so beatiful. The rolling hills, the bright yellow sun streaming across it all.
It felt like a dream.
Howl stepped out of the castle, taking my hand, and leading the way. He then turned, took my face in his hands, gently wiped the small, silver streaks of hair behind my ears, and kissed me.
It lasted for a while, but then he pulled away. "Now I know," he said, a mischevious smile upon his face, "you don't like me using magic. But as this one use of magic is for your own pleasure, I assume it will be overlooked."
"What are you talking-" But I couldn't finish. We were flying. Like the first moment we had truly met. Even though I was not aware. He was protecting me in an alley way, from some sketchy soldiers who were bullying me. I had been so amazed that day. I thought it was all so unreal. Even this moment now feels unreal. We were soaring, past the flowers, over the hills, the streams. He held me securely in his arms, glancing at me from time to time, chuckling, probably because of the look of disbelief on my face.
He took me to the center of the meadow, and came to a slow stop, his feet landing gently on the ground. He then put me on my feet.
"Why must you be so romantic, Howl?" I asked, in a daze.
"Romantic?" he asked, bursting out into laughter. "I try my best for you, darling."
He laid me down on the grass, and eventually did the same. I got close to him, my head leaning against his shoulder, and he turned to face me. He kissed me, looked at me, smiled, and kissed me once more. This time more passionate, and much longer. Our lips moved on eachothers, intertwined, and unbreakable. I didn't want to break away. But eventually, he pulled away, and closed his eyes. I did the same, and let the warm Spring breeze toy with my hair. It was like a dream. Every moment with Howl was like a dream. And as we laid there, together, so peacefully, I let myself fall, and sleep took over.