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kolThe Kiss (that never came)
Fandom: Kingdom!Geldfic
Prompts: 31_days: The 'I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes' Kiss & fanfic100: Broken
Terihan is not surprised when her heat falls around him, the line of her body iron and steel. He does not turn over in the pallet; it is easier to feign sleep than to pretend their world is still living, that this sack of hay and mold their marriage bed. She does not insist; she never does, and that, he eases out one small sigh as his wife presses the last of her softness to his side, is the problem.
In the year since the cataclysm that devoured their island home, Terihan had found little trace of the plain faced girl who had captured his heart with the first turnip to the head. It was not her face that had stolen his tongue and wrapped his words in such outrageous proposal to a girl whose name he did not know, but the challenge of her violet eyes, the strength in her jaw, the heat of her outrage.
“What makes you think I would want a kiss from a face as ugly as yours?” Meriah’s voice as searing as the flames she wielded. Then untrained, her ivory curls crackled against the wind, charged with a fury she would later unleash upon the Daemons time and time again.
But in that moment, it had been his and his alone and she stole his fluttering heart, grounding his airy soul. Not to the earth she roamed, but to the passionate spirit that softened plain into a beauty unlike any Terihan would ever behold.
That passion has not burned against his flesh since their lives had been cast to the ocean, his wife emerging from the waves as sober duty and a cooling body. There is no spirit to Meriah, no passion to fuel her gifts. In growing desperation he longs for her eager, unapologetic kisses, for a sign his Meriah still lives; he knows that one night soon Meriah will fail to return to his side. That her now smoldering talents will be unable to defeat a Daemon, drained of the spirit that had fanned the power to dazzling heights before.
And as his wife eases into the sleep of exhaustion, Terihan wonders, not for the first time, if he truly escaped the waves.
Fandom: Kingdom!Geldfic
Prompts: 31_days: The 'I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes' Kiss & fanfic100: Broken
Terihan is not surprised when her heat falls around him, the line of her body iron and steel. He does not turn over in the pallet; it is easier to feign sleep than to pretend their world is still living, that this sack of hay and mold their marriage bed. She does not insist; she never does, and that, he eases out one small sigh as his wife presses the last of her softness to his side, is the problem.
In the year since the cataclysm that devoured their island home, Terihan had found little trace of the plain faced girl who had captured his heart with the first turnip to the head. It was not her face that had stolen his tongue and wrapped his words in such outrageous proposal to a girl whose name he did not know, but the challenge of her violet eyes, the strength in her jaw, the heat of her outrage.
“What makes you think I would want a kiss from a face as ugly as yours?” Meriah’s voice as searing as the flames she wielded. Then untrained, her ivory curls crackled against the wind, charged with a fury she would later unleash upon the Daemons time and time again.
But in that moment, it had been his and his alone and she stole his fluttering heart, grounding his airy soul. Not to the earth she roamed, but to the passionate spirit that softened plain into a beauty unlike any Terihan would ever behold.
That passion has not burned against his flesh since their lives had been cast to the ocean, his wife emerging from the waves as sober duty and a cooling body. There is no spirit to Meriah, no passion to fuel her gifts. In growing desperation he longs for her eager, unapologetic kisses, for a sign his Meriah still lives; he knows that one night soon Meriah will fail to return to his side. That her now smoldering talents will be unable to defeat a Daemon, drained of the spirit that had fanned the power to dazzling heights before.
And as his wife eases into the sleep of exhaustion, Terihan wonders, not for the first time, if he truly escaped the waves.
