these wings are made to fly

He was far from perfect, but he would soon realize that she wasn't either. She wasn't anyone's princess, or heaven forbid their queen. Seriacia would have been lost as to what to do with her if she had been crowned their leader in any way shape or form - she was respectful, proud even, but far from the regality needed to be the head of a kingdom. If he could see that, and still wanted her as badly as he did when they met the first and second times, then perhaps they were perfect for each other. "You've changed me." She said simply, in a way that could mean something either good or bad. What had he done for her? "I've realized a bit about myself because of you." She smirked, sighing against him for a moment, letting herself melt beside him. "In the end, does it matter? We've chosen each other. I am what I am, and you are what you are." They could both be filthy, both be vindictive and cruel, and it wouldn't matter. Her connection to him was strange, but she wouldn't dream of changing a damn thing about it.


She held back a chuckle as he said that she wasn't sure what she was getting into. How ironic, that she was starting to feel the same way. That he wasn't quite sure what he was getting into, that she was vaguely different than what he saw in his mind. They would have fun figuring each other out wouldn't they? Because as she had said before, he was never a temorary fling for her. And now? She wasn't for him either. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and the smirk that had pulled onto her kissers smoothed into something more gentle, sweet, yet the life in her eyes never so much as quivered. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Backing down wasn't an option, and it seemed that it had not been for her, not since day one. It was either a successful relationship out of this one, or chronic heartbreak, and even with the cards stacked against them they had come out with something - dare she say it? Beautiful.


"I will never so much as look at another, the way I look at you." She gave him one of his trademark smiles, the ones that made her weak in the knees and her heart beat faster. A mimicry, but he should notice it all the same. "Why would I?"