Her heart is beating wildly in her chest, her blood pumping through her veins that has been laced with adrenaline and something else, something she cannot place. She feels alive and she feels so very free. It had been weeks since her discussion with Metaphor in the stillness of winter. Weeks that she had mauled over what to say to Isra, how to ask her for permission to bless a union that she was raised to believe was forbidden. Warriors were meant to fight, not to love or raise families. It had been a thought that was so hard not to live by when her heart was tugging her into a whole other direction. Perhaps she was not the warrior she thought she was going to be.
She arrives at the creek and sets about making the moment perfect. She had not told Metaphor that she was going. She had Finnick wait until she was out of Denocte to tell him to join her. It would give her these last few moments of peace to ensure that everything was so perfect. To open herself up in this way for Metaphor was something that had taken her a considerable amount of thought, but in the end she knew that her heart was right this one time. Metaphor deserved all of her love. So many things had happened between the two of them, so many lost moments. This would not be one of those time, this would be one of those moments that she would cherish for a lifetime.
A fire crackled lightly in a dusk sky, the fire flickering towards the heavens as it burned through logs placed expertly. Eyes looked over the beauty of the creek and the way the moving water trickled swiftly over stones covered in moss. She had picked this spot, a spot decorated in flowers and lightning bugs. As spring had blossomed, bringing new hope to Denocte, with it had finally come the desire to have a family with Metaphor. The timing was not perfect, but it was perfect for them.
Finnick had been instructed to stay home, the bird not needing to be privy to such an intimate moment between two lovers. He had seen the way the two loved each other so fiercely, but the moment their loved turned into something much more was for their eyes only. And so, she waited almost impatiently as she stood next to the fire, her eyes waiting to rest on the sorrel as he came to her. Her heart was still racing, despite her body being so very still. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, a feeling that made her nauseous. But she wouldn’t have it any other way.
And when she saw him appear through the early dusk fog, her lips curled into a smile. She waited for him to come to her. Feet danced in place, a mixture of nerves and excitement that she could not contain. And when he joined her, she stepped towards him and brushed her nose against his nape. “I have missed you.” Her breath was hot against his skin as she breathed in his natural cologne that made her crazy for him. She had been preoccupied lately planning revenge with Isra. But this moment was for them. All thoughts of war and revenge were pushed aside. This moment was for something far greater.
@Metaphor
