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Hello everyone, this is not an OS. I had this word prompt lying around for some other couple but then RiKara took over it. I don't know what's happening; RiKara has been taking over a lot of my muses. Safe to say, I'm RiKara trash.
So this is a word drabble, basically just 2-3 lines around the word prompt about the couple. Let me know if you like it. Even if you don't, drop me a line as to what you didn't like! It helps me to pinpoint problems.
Weakness - she is not weak, definitely not but she is well aware of the fact that he will be her downfall. It is very clear when she gives up her right to be his wife to Swetlana in return for his life. She curses herself for being weak, for feeling a terror she has never felt before, but she knows would do it all over again if it means keeping him safe.
Comfort - he has never been the one for physical proximities, however the day he finds out the truth about his own aunt, he pulls her to himself firmly, burying his face in her hair and refusing to let go. She traces soothing patterns on his back while he leeches on to the very warmth and refuge her body offers.
Elysian - he stares at her almond-eyes and for a moment wonders how he is lucky enough to get her. Stars, stars shine in her eyes as she locks eyes with him. A beautiful blush spreads from her cheek to her neck as she takes in his heated gaze. He moves his lips along that path, tracing the red flush with blood pounding in his ears loudly.
Completion - he slides into her for the first time, and the feeling is euphoric. Before losing himself to the throes of passion, he takes a moment to contemplate how complete he is, sheathed inside his wife. This is perfection, this is completion he notices while she moves under him restlessly. With a groan, he finally gives in.
Ablaze - it is astonishing how she manages to set every sense of him alight with a single touch. Every part of him burns with desire, heart racing feverishly while she trails her fingers lightly over his knuckles. A jolt of electricity runs through him, leaving him with a yearning to banish everyone from the room leaving just the two of them.
Passion - it runs in their blood, all the artists are passionate and she is quite aware of that fact. But it is still shocking to wake up on mornings to find herself peppered with marks of his passion that simply refuse to go away for days. On confrontation, his only response is a heart-stopping smirk.
Cravings - he has never felt a hunger this deep, he registers the fact as he hungers for the sound of her laugh. Or even a hint of the smile that is lost. The loss of a child is a huge thing, he understands that, but the mourning period stretches more than 6 months and all he is left with is a shell of a wife who barely even looks at him.
Apologies - she breaks down finally in his arms one day and he feels relief spread through him. She whispers apologies along his neck while his own tears flow freely for the first time. She apologises for ignoring his pain, for shutting him out, for not letting him in when he needed her. He accepts it all, slipping in his own apologies with soft kisses. They don't leave their room for hours, not until their pain is drowned.
Sensitive: it's her neck, as he finds out on their very first night together; a spot, when lavished with the right amount of attention, has the ability to arch her back with his name on her lips. It sends a surge of male pride through him. He pulls back a moment later to admire her while she is a writhing mess under him.
Pain - she feels it almost every night, when her fingers find the jagged skin on the back of his neck: the remnants of the fateful platform incident. Its silly, she knows, to feel for a wound so old. But she does, every night when she snuggles up to him, her palm invariably lands on the uneven surface with a small sigh.
Jealousy - it runs in her mouth like blood; acidic, with fire, raging loudly when the woman touches his shoulder. Its childish, but as her fingers refuse to leave his body she feels something wild wake up in her chest. So later, when he pulls her to himself in a moment of solitude to plant a firm kiss on her mouth, she kisses him back heatedly, aware of the fact that the woman is staring at them.
Radiant/Effulgent - she practically glows as she sits in the garden with her sister-in-laws and he couldn't help but stand there, too stunned to notice anything else. For a moment his entire world stops and he takes it to stare at his wife: lips stretched in a smile at something Annika says while her hand rests on her pregnant stomach. All he wants to do in that moment, is to steal her and stick them in a never-ending time loop.
Hell - it's watching his wife in labor, he realises, as her painful screams hammer down his ears and being able to do nothing. All he can do is sit beside her and watch helplessly as he lets her crush his hand in hers.
Trasecolare - it is finding her settled in his arms comfortably when he wakes up every day. It is to see her smile, and be the reason for it. It is to come home to find his wife asleep on his side of the bed with their daughter curled up against her. She is divinely exquisite, and he is quite sure those two words are not supposed to be in the same sentence.
Melody/Sonorous - "Omkara" she breathes his name like a never-ending melody and he finds it to be his favourite sound. His name is a manna-chant on her lips while he kisses her honey skin, hands mapping her body. It certainly is the sweetest song he has ever heard.
Syzygy - it's her very being, very existence that revives him. Her smile, that feels like the alignment of each and every celestial body out there in a single, most beautiful line that beats time and space. Its pretty much everything, he registers the fact one night, while he lies supine with her head on his chest.
Devotion - he worships at her feet, with a reveration that leaves her staggered. She hears his voice through a haze of lust and the sheer devotion reflected in it makes her breathless and defenseless against the onslaught of emotions as he whispers words with lips pressed against her neck.
Ataraxia - she is nothing like any of his previous fancies. She is not tall or skinny. But her petite form is right where he feels at home. A peaceful silence reigns the room and the only thing he can hear is her soothing heartbeat. Its relaxing, every worry settles somewhere in in the back of his head as he takes in her enchanting face with a content heart.
Jhanak
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