Present tense is a bitch. Time is a bit skewy in this, but the war actually went on for ten years, not ten days. Hollywood needs to learn how to count.
Dedication: pillows. Pillows are very nice.
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He looks ethereal in the moonlight. She half expects him to vanish like smoke in her arms, and fly back to the stars, where she is sure he comes from.
He is too perfect to be human.
A brute, definitely. A cold, harsh, and hard hardhardharder brute she had never before laid eyes upon. Nor someone who could stir up so many emotions within her.
Fear.
Hate.
Suspicion.
Comfort.
Safety.
Love?
Azure eyes open, and she drowns like jealousy in their depths. He was never asleep to begin with. Feigning it, so that she would drift in dreams whilst he was gripped in a garish type of hell. She smiles at him, that soft little smile that turns him on so much, and brushes a lock of hair from his cheek.
"You can't sleep?"
"You can't either."
"I'm not tired."
"Nor am I."
"It seems we're at an impasse."
He supplies no reply, and just stares at her 'til vermillion colours her cheeks.
"You should sleep," he finally says with a sigh, and folds her tighter within the safety of his arms.
"You should too."
"It isn't that simple."
She knows what he dreams, though she doesn't see it. Somehow, he knows the name of each man he kills (a gift bestowed upon him by the Gods, perhaps?) and those names slip past his lips each night, like reciting a death march.
She knows that what she does is forbidden. Loving the enemy. Cooing to him; allowing him access to her body and her moans and her weaknesses is condemned by all: her family, her friends, her home, her people, her Gods - but to her he is heaven, and to be without his warm embrace and his kisses and his touches, whether innocent or suggestive is akin to being condemned to the deepest depths of Tartarus.
She wouldn't trade it for the world.
Three months she has been with him. It took a day for her to fear him, a week for her to abhor him, and a month for her to love him. And within that month, he had everything she had to give, and some things she didn't even know she had.
He had her trust, and her love. Her respect, her virginity, her moans, her weaknesses, her body, her spirit, her soul and her heart. And she couldn't imagine giving that to anyone else, whether they be human, beast or deity.
But in war, the words I love you are taboo, and to say it is like being led to Charon himself. So she has never uttered the words that dance and tingle on the tip of her tongue, lest he send her away for fear that she was silently saying goodbye.
And though he lives a warrior's lifestyle, lives for war and bloodshed, she wishes that for once he would listen to her and take her away from there. She no longer cares that her family believes she is dead. Selfishness became the norm once she was dragged to the camp. She just wants to leave with him, and raise a family with him. He would be a good father, she thinks. Strong enough to protect them, but soft enough to tuck them in at night. She wants five children, she decides. Three boys and two girls.
She falls asleep with her head against his chest and his heartbeat pulsing in her ear, and she smiles as she rests her hand on her womb. His family has already begun.
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