#My heaven and oasis is you. [ Sett - sttrigh ]

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@sttrigh asked:  “ i like seeing you smile. ”

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Sett stood at the doorway one evening, his intense gaze fixated on her as she stared back at him after her hands had dropped to her lap from wiping the tears from her face. A mixture of surprise, guilt, and a deep, ebbing sorrow lace in her eyes as she could not stop the tears from pooling and trailing down her cheeks. She realized she has allowed herself too deep as her body shudders even at the attempts of her suppressing her sobs and her hands curl upward in her lap, unsure how to return to the poised presentation she was supposedly practiced in creating rather than appear as though she was preparing to catch more tears. So here she is situated, haunched, broken; stripped of her radiant grace as she bathed in her long-held sorrow and cold moonlight upon her back. She tried to stop more tears from coming all while mustering what she could to conjure a reassurance. Sona’s mind slows the rush as she comes to grips that it was futile at this point. Instead, she finds herself watching him as he makes his way closer to her and plants himself besides her on the bed.

“It’s alright,” he had said. “You don’t have to tell me anything. I’ll just be here.”

In solace does Sona find comfort in letting her tears fall; to allow herself to crumble in her own hands. She lets her weary heart tear and collapse on itself after enduring the ordeals she had been placed in. With that, Sona could pick herself up, piece herself together, and move forward knowing she had not made herself into a burden for another. 

However, in solace too, does Sona find healing. There is a sense of peace in how she expresses her anguish as well as happiness as she searches for the latter in everything and everywhere she possibly could. From the morning sun peeking through the clouds and warm her eyelids, the gentle winds brushing against her cheek, the ripples of children’s laughter ringing throughout the city, and even a bird returning to its nest at sunset. The bright blue of her eyes and those from the last burst of late sunset flares clash against one another as Sona finds herself lost amidst the myriad of colors, indulging in fragments of a concept for a potential, new composition. Losing herself in deep thought makes it so that she does not hear Sett’s approaching footsteps. A sweeping motion brings Sona back into the present; calloused fingertips trail along the lower curve of her lip from one side to the other, beckoning for her to follow. A soft voice calls her to listen and an even softer touch lulls her to lean into it until his fingers join at a loose strand; gathering and tucking it behind her ear. 

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@sttrigh asked:  “When can I see you again?”

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Sett’s murmuring tickles her skin through stray wisps of her hair, his voice reverberates against her bare shoulder. Arms encircle around her waist and join at her stomach. Sona leans back into his touch, taking as much of it as she possibly could; savoring his warmth as it envelops her. A soft simper graces her lips as she reaches for his arms and trails down, gently pulling him against her.

In his voice still riddled with sleep, in his regard earlier during their moments of waking, they conveyed an unspoken, earnest wish. Now shown through how Sett holds her as if he knows well that she could not always be around but wants her to stay a moment longer. For her to tell him “yes”, just one more time. And another, until she needn’t say it ever again.

Like an audience asking for an encore, she could not possibly refuse; a request for a final song before the goodbye. Another moment together that is just as precious as the ones before now to be let down gently before parting ways. Sona’s fingers curve around his hands, unlatching them from her being as she turns to face him, her hands shifting so that their fingers entwine. She beams at him, though her smile grows wider at the sight of him matching her grin accompanied by the rare sight of dimples on his cheeks. Leaning forward, Sona brushes her lips against one side of his mouth before keeping pressed against the indent. She lets her digits delve and thread through his hair, a thumb grazing lightly against his ear. Like a well-kept secret, Sona relays her answer through a twinkle in her eyes and a few echoed words that only the two would ever know.

‘You will. Soon.’

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@sttrigh asked:  “You never get involved. Except you actually do, all the time.”

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Sona’s breathing hitches, balancing her frame on stiff legs. Like a cat that had arched its back from a heavy spray of water, her foot bends in the midst of planting it onto the ground; a sudden cease to her sprightly steps. Though she maintains a grin, her eyes widen at Sett’s statement; her countenance now reflects a bashfully uncertain expression. The musician’s cheeks bloom with a generous wash of red as she finds herself at a loss for words. Whatever she had in line has now been severed from assembly, scattering into various parts of her mind and reason. 

‘When do you mean?’ she nearly asks. A paltry effort in even wanting to ask only for the notion to disperse into a discarded idea. Had she allowed it to echo, she may as well fling a torrent of haphazard denials his way. “When?” Further pointless prodding of the inner workings of her logic only serves to elongate the grating silence and Sett’s focused gaze on her frozen figure. The intensity of his gaze, however, seems to be sufficient to break the ice for her tense legs to plant themselves onto the floor and her arms to fall to her side despite itching to raise to touch her face in some way.

There are times like these when she manages to surprise herself with what she is able to muster. It was all she could muster. The inquiry hinges on being rhetorical but in truth, it was something she somehow believed would sway if she hopes it would. 

Her eyes twinkle with a degree of amusement, a feeble attempt to brush off his quip. The warmth never leaves her cheeks, surely coloring both sides of her face to the fullest. Though they are likely to know this ruse as well as the upcoming act.

‘I am not sure I follow.’

Sett has cornered her in the very spot she had thought would serve as a rest stop. This is, indeed, her best.

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@sttrigh asked: “spots to kiss + 3 ... or 6. i can't decide.”

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It was more than words could outline that they had been holding onto for a time. It was with a knowing look before Sona and Sett were swept into each other’s embrace that evening. Amidst the atmospheric glow of full moonlight, they drift into the sea and sink. The weight of long-held emotions pull them deep underwater. They search for air, grasping at elusive threads but their need to breathe was washed over by waves of yearning for closeness, an exchange of encompassing warmth and the most tender touches. 

Sona could not help but wonder how long had Sett been rolling with the punches and let hope slip through his calloused hands; ones that knew bleeding and beating all the same. Yet, here are the same ones, holding and caressing her as if committing every inch of her to memory. And she, too, responds in kind; melding and melting with each contact. 

Tonight, the world has allowed just the two of them to roll into the waves together. The lull of unspoken words and emotions guiding them until they were left truly breathless with only fragments of each other’s names spilling from open lips.

Sett’s fingers gather at the curve of Sona’s, guiding her to look at him. He presses his lips to her cheek, his breath soon ghosting her temple as he trails towards her forehead. Pulling away, he brushes aside strands that cling to her cheek and sweat coated temple just as a sigh rushes from her open lips. And she follows in likeness, taking in his face as he gathers himself; searching and waiting for him to look her way. Sett’s eyes bore into her clear ones and soon drift into an orbit of encircling her flushed features, taking a final glance at his heaven, his oasis before swaying into her arms and the arms of slumber.