Unafraid. [ A soft breath speaks as even softer lips move to kiss once more at the corner of this stormy grey eye. ] Unyielding. [ Each kiss is light and sweet, alike the feeling of a butterfly kiss. Gliding itself against his skin, she is taken in - by a powerful feeling of love. To give, and oh how she wishes to give so much of it to him in this moment.
If he is a dam holding back his innermost desires, then she is like a river of yearning, eager to love and adore him. ] Strength.
[ It is what I love of you. ]
Dimitri.
[ She says his name, as if that is her answer. As if, How does it look. Needs no judgement to be cast, for this eye of his - is his alone. Regardless of what he thinks it looks like or is. Every kiss therein gentle and peppered along the side of his face. Feeling the scent so strong there with his locks of hair entangling with every kiss. She cups his other cheek with the other hand, and lets herself still be there. Kissing. Fervently.
Caoimhe is - responding to her inner most desire. Her words and songs are her most powerful gift - she is a singer although not one who sings so well like the others. Yet sing she does - because she loves it. Caoimhe sings because she wishes to be heard, and sings because simply does. Her lips, are the most important part of her - in that her free speaking is what she truly hinges her value on. That love comes from her voice, her heart, her lips. That all would flow forth from them, and in this moment rather then words she merely kisses him. ]
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Unafraid. [ A soft breath speaks as even softer lips move to kiss once more at the corner of this stormy grey eye. ] Unyielding. [ Each kiss is light and sweet, alike the feeling of a butterfly kiss. Gliding itself against his skin, she is taken in - by a powerful feeling of love. To give, and oh how she wishes to give so much of it to him in this moment.
If he is a dam holding back his innermost desires, then she is like a river of yearning, eager to love and adore him. ] Strength.
[ It is what I love of you. ]
Dimitri.
[ She says his name, as if that is her answer. As if, How does it look. Needs no judgement to be cast, for this eye of his - is his alone. Regardless of what he thinks it looks like or is. Every kiss therein gentle and peppered along the side of his face. Feeling the scent so strong there with his locks of hair entangling with every kiss. She cups his other cheek with the other hand, and lets herself still be there. Kissing. Fervently.
Caoimhe is - responding to her inner most desire. Her words and songs are her most powerful gift - she is a singer although not one who sings so well like the others. Yet sing she does - because she loves it. Caoimhe sings because she wishes to be heard, and sings because simply does. Her lips, are the most important part of her - in that her free speaking is what she truly hinges her value on. That love comes from her voice, her heart, her lips. That all would flow forth from them, and in this moment rather then words she merely kisses him. ]