-kiss me hard before you go

Chrysanthe was a natural born leader and there was both a shard of envy and a premise of pride in watching her in the things she did. She enamored so many when she stood on her perches preaching to them and declaring things. He was proud of her in ways he couldn't quite express--perhaps ways that didn't needed to be told so simply. She wasn't just looking for someone to tell her she was doing a good job. She needed to be pushed. He waited until she came to him and she sat down beside him. There he immediately turned his head into her shoulder and pressed until his nose was touching the base of her neck. She was so simple and beautiful. A smirk embodied his lips and he whispered the simplest thing he could think as she questioned him; concerned, "I love you,". His words were soft and lacked the jest they normally did. Perhaps that was a basis to be scared, but at the moment it was nothing warranting her fear. "I don't have anything to be hurt about,"