iv: here comes the sun
They're curled up in his bed, because even though she won't admit it, she's still a tiny bit frightened of thunderstorms, and only when she's surrounded by his arms does she feel safe. He's idly plucking at his guitar, dreamily picking out chords and vague ideas of melody. His translucent blue eyes meet her green ones for a moment, and they hold each other's gaze. Then Lysander smiles, and starts playing a Beatles song.
Dom tucks an unruly red-gold curl behind her ear, her purple dress gathered around her knees, and smiles. Maybe, she thinks, maybe this is what true love is. And as he begins singing, she knows it is.
The storm crashes around the walls, but nothing can affect them. They are indestructible, the blazing glory of lightning across dark clouds. Lysander sings the final line and his hands stop their motion, and she reaches out for him. She doesn't want anything more than to spend forever in his arms. As he takes her in his arms, the guitar lying forgotten beside them, he whispers that one word, that promise, in her ear.
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a/n: naturally, "here comes the sun" belongs to the Beatles. reviews are always welcome. i'm trying to start writing again, so this is not my best.