-kiss me hard before you go

Chrysanthe vvery easily could have gotten anyone else and they would have been better than himself, in retrospect. Gideon was very well aware that he was not consitently constant and active in this life that she had built--but he was aiming to change that, and he hoped it was enough. A lazy smile tugged at his lips and the boy rolled his shoulders forward before pushing back into the touch she offered him. She missed him. She loved him. It was the doubt in his mind (the frenzy) that he needed to rid himself of. He had no fear when it came to her, and for him to actively think that; it was selfish. He lifted his lips into a curt grin and pressed his skull warmly down into the base of he throat, "I love you, Chrysanthe," the male cooed into the base of her neck and pulled himself off of the ground. There was more than just blatant friendship and love keeping them together. They were passionate and they were not what everyone else wanted. Epiphron likely wanted her sister with some noble man, and it was likely true that his own parents would have founded him with another wife or three. He hadn't really chosen much of anything--except she. Limbs had him standing on the ground and with a gentle nudge into her shoulder a nip towards her neck his affections became all the more implied. One of the perks for the boy was the physical aspect of their marriage (even before; albeit they being his darker days) and he immediately pointed out his obvious hunger for her: Begging that it be quelled.