"Limerence": (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.
The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventu...
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~ Ying Yue Jiang ~
Humming.
The low vibrato of someone humming into my ear, their hand caressing my face and down my neck. Their touch was gentle, like how one would soothe a newborn child, filled with adoration.
My lips curved upwards to the gentle tune, a tune that I knew all too well. With closed eyes, my head tilted to the side, eager to feel more of that sweet-sweet touch. I could get used to this...
"Babe?" a voice droned from above.
The huskiness of that voice, tone low and coarse, and immediately, I rose – Zuko.
My chest heaved, wheezing, as I tried to scan my surroundings.
The furniture, the walls, the way the sunlight seeped inside – we were in our bedroom. With fisted hands, the blankets underneath my fingers squeezed into my palms. I was jumbled, and as if my growing fear was evident, a pair of hands gripped my shoulders.
I whipped my face to the side, and a wave of relief washed over. "You're good- you're safe, babe, relax." Zuko cooed, his hands running along my bare arms. My breathing evened out, melting into his touch as I studied his expression.
"What happened?" I gasped, throat parched, struggling to speak.
Zuko's face was white; stress lines present as he sat on the bed with me. He looked like he walked to the spirit world and back, all the while battling a thousand demons at once. "You passed out. I couldn't catch you, you hit the ground and-"
Passed out?
I remembered.
We were fighting, I felt dizzy, and I couldn't move-
"Why didn't you say anything? We could've stopped-" Zuko ranted, a bit of frustration in his voice as he scolded. His words were jumbling together, his emotions getting an edge over him – Zuko's cool and calm demeanour wavering.
I knew Zuko wasn't actually mad with me – but that didn't change the fact that he was bothered. With guilt coursing through my veins, I lowered, my hands cupping my head as I tried to piece together what had happened.
The way the ground underneath me shook, the sky spinning. The numbness that overcame my body. It was something I've never felt before; it felt like death.
