[At some point during the throes of their lovemaking, Eustace has to take a moment to once more become aware of how far they had come along, how deeply entwined their souls continue to entangle with each other. For them it's not just an act to satisfy their pleasure and greed. It's a covenant they reaffirm over and over again, etching their vows and promises deep into their bones. When he sees her trembling beneath him, eyes heavy and desperate as he is, calling for him to take her to the stars and the heavens beyond, how could he ever refuse? How could he ever not want the same?
And when the moons have long passed overhead, when after she makes him promise to have that dance later and she's drifted to sleep, Eustace slowly opens his eyes and stares at her peaceful form lined so perfectly against his. Carefully he brushes his fingertips against her bare, marked skin, nails a soft, pleasant graze if she was aware enough to feel it. Moonlight streams beneath the cracks as the branches slowly recede a bit to shimmer across their bodies, his blue eyes shining as he takes her all in.
No matter how many times he watches her sleep like this, there is always a renewed feeling of his love, of how he is always reminded that he could very easily be alone in this room, carrying on without ever experiencing this overwhelming bliss. How lucky can he be to have Tifa? Especially when he considers their fates and circumstances.
And now...they will soon be joined together as husband and wife, yet another concept that felt so foreign but so close he can taste it. Even now he thinks the ceremony is just formality at this point. For a long time now he has already determined Tifa to be the only one he would spend this lifetime with, his only mate he would ever protect and serve. That feeling, like always, sends an immeasurable ripple of warmth that is almost suffocating at times.
Could he ever live without her?
Is he too far gone?
He always believed himself as a rational man, yet this young woman has managed to flip him over and unravel him in ways he is still discovering.
Enveloped in this warm heat, he wraps his arms around her, lips lightly brushing the top of her head as he takes one last inhalation of her scent. One last conscious intake of her very essence before he softly whispers—]
I will always love you, Tifa...
[Even beyond death or the world splits them apart, he will always love her. His heart has become completely bound to her and no one will ever be able to take her place. Not in this lifetime at least. Not after knowing this beautiful joy he's been blessed with, so beautiful yet fragile, enough to make him want to cry at times.
And with those thoughts, thoughts and murmurs that he's often said without her knowing, he finally drifts asleep until the morning rays wash over them and they can start yet another day together.]
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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
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And when the moons have long passed overhead, when after she makes him promise to have that dance later and she's drifted to sleep, Eustace slowly opens his eyes and stares at her peaceful form lined so perfectly against his. Carefully he brushes his fingertips against her bare, marked skin, nails a soft, pleasant graze if she was aware enough to feel it. Moonlight streams beneath the cracks as the branches slowly recede a bit to shimmer across their bodies, his blue eyes shining as he takes her all in.
No matter how many times he watches her sleep like this, there is always a renewed feeling of his love, of how he is always reminded that he could very easily be alone in this room, carrying on without ever experiencing this overwhelming bliss. How lucky can he be to have Tifa? Especially when he considers their fates and circumstances.
And now...they will soon be joined together as husband and wife, yet another concept that felt so foreign but so close he can taste it. Even now he thinks the ceremony is just formality at this point. For a long time now he has already determined Tifa to be the only one he would spend this lifetime with, his only mate he would ever protect and serve. That feeling, like always, sends an immeasurable ripple of warmth that is almost suffocating at times.
Could he ever live without her?
Is he too far gone?
He always believed himself as a rational man, yet this young woman has managed to flip him over and unravel him in ways he is still discovering.
Enveloped in this warm heat, he wraps his arms around her, lips lightly brushing the top of her head as he takes one last inhalation of her scent. One last conscious intake of her very essence before he softly whispers—]
I will always love you, Tifa...
[Even beyond death or the world splits them apart, he will always love her. His heart has become completely bound to her and no one will ever be able to take her place. Not in this lifetime at least. Not after knowing this beautiful joy he's been blessed with, so beautiful yet fragile, enough to make him want to cry at times.
And with those thoughts, thoughts and murmurs that he's often said without her knowing, he finally drifts asleep until the morning rays wash over them and they can start yet another day together.]