Awash with relief, Syx wrapped his arms around her. His kisses intermixed with his bubbling laughter. Rising he grabbed a hold of her and lifted Anna up as he spun around with mad excitement. She said YES!
Falling with her back to the soft earth, he pressed his forehead against hers, pressing butterfly kisses over her face, âYouâve already been my mate⌠but youâre so much more. I- I just donât have words. I donât think itâs possible to be happier than I am right now.â
He hoped she could tell. Could sense his love. He just didnât have to words to explain and no language on Earth seemed enough. Maybe something not from Earth⌠his lips pressed against her ear he whispered a soft prayer of love in his native tongue that he barely understood. But this his Mother had said to him, over and over filled with love in her heart to him in his crib before the end of the world, â <I love you and everything will be alright because you are loved.> â
Anna truly didnât think this was something that would occur to the two of them, more than content with how their relationship was to begin with. She had never considered the idea of marriage, and honestly believed Syx to have the same mentality. Though she was more than happy to be wrong in this moment, happily embracing him in turn as her own happy laughter mingled together with his. She would be whatever he needed her to be⌠and if that meant he would be her husband, she would happily embrace the new title.Â
She made a pleased noise as he pressed her forehead together with his, her warmer clothing he insisted her to wear providing a barrier against the chill of the ground at her back. Her hands roamed along his back, able to scent the pure love that permeated the air around them from their mingling emotions. She was very aware of just how happy he was, daring to kiss him to show just how much she agreed with him. âI am over the moon..â She whispered to him, just before he spoke in his native language.Â
Vibrantly colored eyes opened to gaze at him, shimmering with emotion, able to feel the significance in this momentâŚÂ â..That was beautiful..â She whispered, tilting her head a bit in a more animal like manner, âWhat did it mean?â she prompted, unaware that he may not know.Â
Syx ducked his had, “It uhh… Doesn’t translate well,” he didn’t have the context of understanding of his native language to even begin to hope at translating it. He traced his blue fingers over the warm brown of her neck, “It’s something mother used to tell me.”
Kissing her neck again he murmured, “It means love and promises and hope for the future,” sitting in the sandy earth, the stars above them, Syx curled his arms around Anna and threaded their fingers together, “Because right here, like this, with you, the future is a beautiful thing.”
Taking the box inside and digging through the contents, Belle bounced in her seat on the couch. Jiggling the sparkling beads and feeling the texture of the phone case.Â
âOh!â jumping up suddenly, she ran to the door and flung it open. She shouted as loud as she could, âTHANK YOU, SECRET ADMIRER! I LOVE YOU TOO. Okay, bye.â
Slamming the door shut again, with her cheeks flush and grin still in place, she took her new treasures to her bedroom. She ignored her dadâs strange looks from over his coffee frozen halfway to his mouth.
âIn general or the remake speci-fically? I have to admit a personal infatuation with the story, love blooming when someone is able to see past outward appearances⌠though I find the idea of post love transformation disheartening. Some of us donât have that option. Wouldnât the message be stronger if she loved him completely despite his appearance instead of getting the cop-out of not having to face any social stigma for love?âÂ
âJust cuz heâs pretty now! Humph.â
âAaaaanyway⌠if the question WAS about the remake⌠I havenât seen it yet.âÂ
Iâm curious, and remember that doesnât just mean smut. It also means gore, violence, abuse and stuff around those lines
{{ I want you all to appreciate how perfect Syxâs human face claim is. It took me so long to be happy with one and Michael B. Jordan just is so perfect. LOOK AT THIS BOY! }}
Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, âIâm fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.â
Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, âOkay, itâs not horrible,â he admitted grudgingly, âDonât you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. Heâll start hiding them in everything again.â
Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadnât since his early days. Heâd thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue⌠And maybe that had factored in, but now⌠His stomach fluttered as he met Harrisonâs eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasnât even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.
Harrison canât help but beam at the compliment. Â Heâs always a sucker for anyone telling him how wonderful he is. Â And besides the flutter of nerves coming from both of them at random occasions, he can tell how happy Syx is. Â And that makes him happy too. Â
Which is when the waiter arrives, taking their empty soup bowls. Â They are quickly replaced with their fish course, described as a taste of the sea including edible sand and foam. Â
âOh youâre one to talk,â he replies as soon as the waiter leaves them, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. Â âYou are all kinds of adorable right now. Â Keep nibbling on that lower lip, and Iâll have to come over there and kiss it.â Â He raises a brow in playful challenge. Â
Cheek coloring brightly Syx covered his mouth with his hand, âAm not.â
Shoulders shaking as he shook his head at getting called out, he realized he was still biting his lip and made an effort to stop. But at least it was being called cute.
âIâm no cute,â he raised his brows and failed utterly to look serious, âI am a villain, a super villain,â he waved a fork for emphasis, âand super villains arenât cute. I wear far too many spikes to be cute…â he looked down at his utterly spikeless outfit, âWell… maybe not today… but normally!â he waggled the fork with conviction as if it was a finger, his brows raised high on his forehead, âNot that Iâm agruing against getting kissed,â he added suddenly with a renewed flush as his brain caught back up to the âthreatâ heâd been issued.
Stabbing the fork into the new plate of food, he questioned, âIs… is this even all food?â
{{ My Queue is going for most threads, except my fav romance threads. I have a weakness for Syxâs loves. My queue rotation is about half a week and at max 2 week. }}
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