[ MAN SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT TO GET TO BUT!!! Here We Are ] - Blog Posts
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@miellamor said : ' i would give my lungs for you to not drown, i would give my feathers for you to keep flying, i would give my voice for you to keep singing, i would give my heart for you to keep loving.'
THEIR LOVE IS A SACRED ONE, it is a fragile craft conjured meticulously by both their hands, forming it, nurturing it into that warmth that resonates within their hearts. they are not connected by mere physicality, the exterior matters naught, it's the emotional connection that matters more, where their hearts become one, where their love is powerful enough to face the world by themselves, make an enemy of those that stand against their rebellion. he'd never leave her side, gods he'd never leave her side. to forsake her, who matters above all else, would be sin itself. / who has ever intrigued him as much as she ? who has ever loved him for him & not just the charismatic charmer ? who has bared her heart to him & his to her, accepting delicate gift & cherishing with all their might ? it's only them.
verily, she was immune to his charms, it was she who rejected his advances, but an impassioned heart persists & love had been discovered blooming between them. ( my love, this flower is ours, only we may see it, only we may feel it. ) to erroneously assume it had been an overnight thing ... it brings a chuckle, fools cannot perceive the trials they've faced, the many times he's protected her, the many times she's protected him, the many times she claimed to leave him were he caught in a peril situation, only to be saved right after & scolded harshly for not being serious enough.
deep down, they both knew the truth. one shrouded in mystery, but through each error, each time they corrected themselves, truth's like shined through, illuminating an indubitable fact : they both knew they cared about one another. platonic ? romantic ? foggy mind couldn't decipher it, he knew his intentions were romantic, but he saw more of her & so were his glib acts dropped, replaced over time by bonafide acts of love, genuine passion with every chat they had, every laugh they shared. // her laugh, oh her laugh, was there anything more beautiful, anything that inspired him more than when she smiled, when mirth graced her features, that was beauty itself !!
❛ miella, ❜ he hushes her, finger pressed against her lips, amiable smile growing onto his lips, he leans in, close & makes sure to press his forehead against hers. deep intake of breath, small exhale, then silence. silence. words cannot encompass his love for her, neither can time ——— their love transcends time, it transcends history itself, historians shall not record it, documents will write of their achievements, their failures, there will be information on their success to preserve the wild magic of ionia, but no matter if a memorial is made, no matter if others see them as ghosts or heroes, none will know of their love. there will be songs sung, speaking of the two lovers that faced the world, but none, none but they will know of this flower they nurtured, the nature of their love is not an exhibit for the world, but their private garden that only they may dwell & dance in forevermore. ❛ don't you ever give anything for me. what i have here ? you, with me, that's all i could ever ask for. i don't want anyone else but you. don't ever sacrifice anything of yours for me. ❜ only i'm allowed to ever sacrifice myself for you, miella.