The birds are singing in your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
They looked into each other eyes so long that Fiona began to forget where they were, standing in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by floating, twirling strangers and lilting, humming music. She looked into his eyes so long that she thought she might never resurface from them, that they might swallow her and she would forever be shrouded in the warmth of their gold. She thought she could live in them and be satisfied.Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
When Atreus closed his eyes she could almost feel his hope, his refief, that she would take him how he was and how he wanted her. She smiled, leaning into him when he curled his neck about her. Fiona felt at home in his embrace, more at home than perhaps she has felt in awhile. So at home, she thought, that the pain of losing her childhood house was something she could bear a little easier in his arms.
He spoke her name and she reveled in it like a cool spring rain, letting it wash over her. It cleansed her of her fears, like a song that reached into her soul and made her feel, above all things, calm and sure. And when Atreus pulled her closer to him she went, willingly, to press against his side. She brushed her muzzle over his skin as if she could etch her response into its surface, as if it would stay there forever, a reminder of her promise.
Always.
Come what may, no matter the distance between them or the time or the place. Her heart repeated it with every beat—thump, thump, thump—always, always, always. Even as the music drifted and faded and the dancers spun away, and away, and away, leaving them to their world and their vow, long into the night.
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