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[killdivine]

@devilspurs asked: " there will never be a lifetime where my soul doesn't yearn for yers, mi vida. " a hand guides inky locks of midnight hair behind pointed ear, " 'n' there will never be a moment where you will be left without me at yer side. " when his hand moves again, atticus nudges the point of her chin up so he may lean down to grant her a slow, lazy kiss - as if savoring the scent and taste of his wife that swarms his senses. " i promise. "

There is no word to describe just how deeply she loves him. Nothing comes to mind that will do it the justice it deserves. Every moment Wuya finds something new to adore, to cherish. The way he speaks, how he moves, carrying himself more upright than he had when they first met. She's proud of him, inspired by him, loved by him. So when he says it, when he tells her things like this- she knows it's true. There is no doubt, no hesitance in her acceptance. Their souls are entwined by a fine red string, or so she'd like to believe. The only fate she will happily surrender herself to without question. She is his, and he is hers.

She leans slightly into his hand as soon as he reaches for her. Silky hair moving with the near imperceptible gesture. Submission does not come easily; she is a defiant creature, full of pride. But with him, it doesn't feel as if she is surrendering her freedom, or her sense of self. But that she is allowing him to see this part of her, this soft gentle seed at her core- it's freeing in a way. To trust someone enough she can confidently give herself to such raw emotion.

" I know. " wuya's tone is soft, rich, barely above a whisper. Dark lips curl into a small smile, as she allows him to tip her chin upwards. An easy thing, easy as it is to then to return the kiss he gifts her. Valuable, each and every one. Whether they are chaste and delicate, brief and given whenever possible. Or heated and passionate, delivered in moments of intense need and pleasure. She loves them all, and always craves more and more. And he knows- reinforced as she exhales through her nose. As if relieved to have another to commit to memory. A slow casual press, tongues meeting just as well, without heat or rush. And it feels more intimate somehow than anything they've shared in the night as they tangle in their sheets-

Wuya leans into it as soon as he parts to speak again. One more, a simple peck to the corner of his mouth. " I know. Atticus, you have always been so good to me, and I know you will continue to. I've never doubted this, and I never will. " her arms move to hug around his middle, pulling her body closer to his. " But I love to hear it. I love to know your heart. Your voice is comforting, and puts me even further at ease. "

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