we never had to force love
we were drowning in it the moment we met
we were drowning in it the moment we met
Was it just him, or were the fireflies guiding them? They light the path like a thousand miniature lanterns, floating along slowly just in front of the traveling lovers. And yet even as Aion watches, the cloud of lightning bugs parts into two even, flickering sides, arranging themselves on either half of the trail. For a moment he simply watches them, as the forest grows slowly darker and they become the brightest lights - until Eros brings him back to the present.
He can hear each breath, feel each heartbeat; and the longer they walk, the more in rhythm they become. Aion wills his heart to beat slower, to match his beloved’s, and amazingly, it listens.
Perhaps it’s because even his heart knows that they are one; perhaps it’s the universe drawing them closer together, merging their souls together.
Of course, Aion doesn’t believe in fate - but Eros was making a believer out of him, and it was a nice thought besides.
”Beautiful, hmm?” Aion hums in agreement, letting his lips explore every inch of new skin that Eros exposes. ”Tell me more.” He pulls back - only slightly, so that he can look at him. Words of love never had come easily to him, Aion had far too little practice in saying them. But the look he finds him Eros’ eyes, like warm, soft honey that draws him in, encourages him on. He didn’t need practice, not when being with Eros was the only thing besides flying that came naturally to him.
“Yes,” he confirms, rubbing his head along Eros’ neck. He can’t stop touching him, or inching closer as they walk - even when they’re skin on skin, and there’s no space left between them. There’s comfort in the pressure of the other man’s body on his. “Like the first day of spring.” There are a thousand things Aion could compare him to, but somehow they all fell short. They always would; nothing was as radiant as his mate.
His. ”When I think of beauty,” he says, and this time when he kisses his shoulder there’s a scrape of teeth on skin, ”I only see you.”
And before you, there was no beauty.
“Are we almost to the river?” he murmurs, but there’s another question, a more important one, that he leaves unsaid.
Will we make it that far?
walk. "talk."
@eros
