*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ|| ❝ Atlantis Is Falling ! ❞
"Do you always run from those you love?"
"Only when they shine like blood diamonds."
"Long may she reign!"
Or, in which Kidagakash Nedakh, next in line to the throne of Atlantis, is thrust from her kingdom...
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I AWOKE WARM. A LUXURIOUS COMFORT THAT NEEDS NO DRESSING UP OF THE WORD. So simple of a description that had Miss Area heard id be sitting writing an essay on adjectives far more fitting of a lady of my statures vocabulary. A grudge that woman held against simplicity, seeing the grace of education.
"It shall not be taken advantage your royal highness long as the gods gift me my tongue." She'd say.
Nonetheless, no other word was more deserving to describe this forgotten comfort. A comfort so simple, it bares me much shame to admit my lacking of. Thus simply put, I was warm.
Warm in the comfort of his safety. I felt immense relief settle within my soul, rather the overwhelming fear of uncertainty. I controlled my fear and guilt. I could almost feel the frustration at their loss of ability to rejoice with my inner turmoil. It felt as though a part of me, and I don't know how large that part of me was, had shed in that moment. Despite the almost audible sight of relief I let out at the shift of weight on my shoulders, I fear that inner turmoil was what kept me alive for so long.
But to feel in control. No longer feral and survival driven. Nor sitting in the backseat of my mind, watching through a broken tv screen, switching the channel when reality was too much to surmount. Is this what the hand of true love bares? Pure serenity and sanity?
If so, by the gods please let this moment last forever. Hungrily inhaling his scent, I practically fisted the blanket that covered us like a scared child. Ready to yank the protective layer back at any sign of disruption and protect the love I found where it wasn't supposed to be. I forced down the shame that bubbled in my gut, quieting the voice that shouted at my commonly behavior. At my immaturity.
A gentle palm rested upon my right cheek, Klaus's long thumb faintly brushed my eyelashes, before tracing the outline of my eyelid softly. Though as he moved to do the same to the other, he applied slight pressure between my scrunched brows. A simple command to relax my racing mind.
An action I did without hesitation, as the only focal focus of my mind was now his touch; and I would do anything for it to remain upon my skin. Once feeling me fully relax, he guided his thump down the bridge of my nose, it's end being my lips.
