TOGETHER - Book 2

𝟐 - Love Set On Fire

♓︎ Paxson ♓︎
I inhale deeply, each breath seems laborious, causing my chest to rise and fall heavily when forcefully striking a heavy steel hammer onto the scorching, glowing metal that I am currently forging. All of my energy is consumed by shaping this molten mass into a magnificent sword for one of my clients. As the furnace roars, the unbearable heat continues to intensify, while I am enveloped by clouds of smoke and fiery sparks, causing my tired face to be soaked in salty perspiration.

I continue to work, my mind becomes filled with thoughts of my beloved girlfriend, Sylvaine. These thoughts not only occupy my mind but also bring a smile to my face. The anticipation and excitement of our upcoming date later today overwhelms me. The two of us have selected a lovely spot, a scenic area only a mile from the delightful fishing village of Sal, nestled by the shores of the Mare sea. In my mind, I envision the scene that awaits us - the golden sun casting its warm glow upon the glistening waves, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the salty sea air. It is here, in this idyllic setting, that I've been planning for this special occasion to ask the one question that would benefit for both of us in creating everlasting memories together.

However, as the hammer strikes the metal once again, I am filled with a vibrating sensation that resonates through my entire body, forming a harmonious blend of sound and movement, ultimately bringing me back into the present moment. With the combined weight of the hammer and the strength behind my strikes, the sword takes its shape with a determination that feels almost instinctive. Sweat pours down my face, mingling with the grime and soot, a testament to the physical exertion that is demanding to do this ancient craft. But with every drop that falls, I am reminded of the dedication and passion that fuels my work. It is a labor of love, a testament to the artistry and skill.

As the metal gradually forms, the final product is vividly envisioned in my mind. I can clearly see the curvature of the blade, the intricate elements of the hilt, and the balance that will transform it into a powerful weapon. With every strike, I draw nearer to that vision, progressing step by step to bring it to life. Despite the discomfort and exhaustion, there is a sense of fulfillment that comes with each swing of the hammer. Finally, as the last strike falls, the sword takes its final form. The heat begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and pride. The once molten mass has been transformed into a weapon that embodies strength, beauty, and purpose.

Wiping away the sweat from my brow with one of the many filthy rags I use to clean up my face and hands, while also admiring the masterpiece before me. But while silently appreciating my hard work a pair of arms wrap themselves around my bare waist from behind. Startled, frozen in the moment, the arms encircling me belonging to the on person I've expected to see. The touch being gentle, yet familiar. Slowly, turning my head to catch a glimpse of the person behind me, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and love.

In that moment, our eyes met, and a surge of warmth comes over me. It none other than Sylvaine herself, standing there with a mischievous smile playing on her lips, along with her eyes being full of admiration as her arms envelopes me, melting away all my stress. Leaning back into her embrace, finding comfort in her presence amidst the chaos of my creative sanctuary. Her touch felt nothing but reassurance, a reminder that I wasn't alone. Together, we stood in the midst of my blacksmith workshop, sharing a silent understanding that some things are best appreciated in the company of another. In this stolen moment, surrounded by the remnants of my labor and being embraced by her arms, I realize that true beauty lies not only in the art we create, but also in the connections we forge along the way.

"Hey babe, how are you doing?" Feeling her sweet breath against my sweaty back as she nuzzles her face affectionately. Her adorable way of expressing love brings a soft chuckle to my lips, filled with affectionate amusement. Playfully, pivoting around, allowing her to wrap her arms around me from the front, her embrace radiating warmth and tenderness. Holding her close, couldn't resist the urge to show my affection in return, gently kissing the top of her head, grateful for the intimate connection we share."I'm doing well. Just about finished with the sword. And how about yourself?" Breaking away from her embrace, noticing how she too releases her grip, allowing us both some space. Watching as her eyes are drawn towards the gleaming sword displayed on the anvil.