we never had to force love
we were drowning in it the moment we met
we were drowning in it the moment we met
He can’t quite tell if it’s his own heart he hears roaring in his ears, thumping painfully away inside of his chest - or if it’s Eros’. But away it beats, like a rabbit running for cover. They’re so close now, every inch of them pressed together like pollen stuck to the underside of a bee. Inseparable, is the word that springs to his mind, a word he clings to with the same desperation that makes him press his shoulder into Eros’. He doesn’t want to be separated, not again, not ever.
The rest of the world could have their strange Courts, with their magic and islands and random events. He would give his wings gladly back to fate as long as it meant fate would allow him to keep his Eros in return.
”Aion!” A smile is his only response to the admonishment, as he skims his muzzle along the rest of Eros’ shoulder blade. He lingers over his skin, his breath hitching in his throat. It takes too much effort to draw away, to force himself to continue walking when everything in him wants to stop and draw out this moment forever.
And he almost groans out loud in frustration at Eros’ next words. He had expected to be at the river by now - they’d been told it wasn’t far, only a quick trip through the woods, a forest bordered on one side by the Rapax and on the other, by the Amare. Surely they had walked far enough by now - or was it only their impatience making it feel that way?
Eros pulls back then, and even though it’s only by inches Aion misses the contact. He wants to follow alongside him, to keep them as close as possible, but he lets him go. He knows his lover well enough to know the distance won’t be kept between them for long.
“Do you want to?” he asks softly, and when their hoofbeats stop he thinks his heart might stop along with them. Time slows and condenses around them, dwindling down until it’s reduced to a thin thread that winds itself about their bodies, tying them tightly and neatly together.
Aion turns to look at his beloved - and when he does there’s a brightness in his blue eyes not often found there. The fading light dances in his gaze, almost mischievous, almost coy.
And he presses their shoulders together again, only this time it’s to guide them off the path. The forest opens around them invitingly, promising privacy.
“…Because I don’t.”
walk. "talk."
@eros
