Caela
They kissed for the first time in the shade cast by Symphonia. It was passionate but chaste, everything they had ever wanted yet somehow hinting at even more. Lips brushed against lips tenderly, breathing not only oxygen but each other. She sighed pleasantly, and the puff of air cooled his moist lips. He pressed against her tenderly, and the chill was altogether dissipated. Their hands were entwined on either side, subconsciously tugging off gloves they barely realized they wore anymore, until bare fingers entwined.
He fell back, and she followed him. Sitting on his heels, she no longer had to lean up, but forward and the change in position came as a surprise. She mouthed a silent oh as her face slid into the crook of his neck. He kissed her ear, and she nuzzled into his neck. All was still. She fell asleep on his shoulder.
Colette slept very peacefully, Lloyd noticed, for one who had been through so much. Her hair was splayed out like a child's drawing of the sun. Her eyes opened, and the clouds reflected deep in the blue.
Author's Note: Heheh. WAFF. My first WAFF. Well, I've written WAFFish things before, but they were mainly symbolic things that ended up being WAFFy. Actually, this has a bit of symbolism in it too, but, yeah. WAFF.
This was going to be the basis for a much larger fic. Actually, I think it might still be, but I need to finalize the plot. As in, create one. All I know is that I feel this really desperate urge to create an epic Colloyd, since there are so few.
The title 'Caela' comes from Latin. Sort of. The word 'caelum' means sky, so I went ahead and made it feminine. Uh. I'm not sure the Romans would appreciate it, but... cough
Thanks for reading!