we never had to force love
we were drowning in it the moment we met
we were drowning in it the moment we met
The sun was falling from the sky in slow motion, drifting ever closer to the horizon when the two stallions stepped into the forest. The waning light turned the trees golden, gilding them in bright, gleaming flames. It was as if they had stepped into a fairytale, where two lovers could walk side by side down a path lined with daisies and sunshine and hope.
The trees grew thick around them, and through the foliage the sound of the babbling creek grew more distinct. All around them the air was alive with the calls of crickets and frogs, dust motes spinning in the air as they passed. For all the time he had spent in Viride, Aion had never wandered so far south - and why should he have? He had heard the rumors of what was to be found in Amare, and there had been no reason for him to go when he had lost his partner, possibly forever.
But now, now he had every reason in the world walking beside him.
While the rest of Novus was a continent away, exploring another land full of magic and magical creatures, they had made themselves a world of their own. All was as it should be, so long as they were together.
And as they walked, Aion couldn’t help himself from stealing every glance and touch he could. He leaned in close, until he could feel his lover’s pale skin against his own, and every step they took was perfectly in tandem. And even then, it wasn’t enough.
It felt to him as if heaven has finally merged with the earth, if only for them. They were married now, married, a reality that he was only now beginning to understand. The months they had spent apart had torn a hole through his chest that would take many more kisses to fill, and since their trip to Veneror he was all the more determined to steal them.
A shiver courses down his spine as their shoulders touch, despite the warmth of the spring night, and he presses himself happily into the pressure.
A thousand fireflies light the path they walk down, and Aion is surprised to hear his own laughter filling the air when they appear before them. It’s a soft, almost timorous sound, one he doesn’t reveal nearly often enough. He laughs into Eros’ neck, and punctuates it with a kiss to his crest.
“You are beautiful.” They are, perhaps, the most honest words he’s ever spoken, besides I love you. Tonight his lover is framed in gold, and positively glowing in the soft forest light. The very sight of him is intoxicating, and so Aion pulls him closer, pressing his lips against his neck, his throat, his cheek, unable to resist. He tells himself it’s the time they’ve spent away, and the encounter on Veneror, and the wine lingering in his veins from before they left the Court.
But in reality it’s Eros - it has always been Eros, changing him from within with every breath he took.
Normally it would be Eros initiating the contact - but tonight, oh tonight Aion is gluttonous, and the very idea of withdrawing is far from his mind.
Tonight it’s just himself and Eros, and all the world is spiraling away into dust.
walk. "talk."
@eros
