[ She doesn't move away as he draws in, her eyes not leaving his face and only closing when their foreheads meet. Her hands naturally come to fall on his chest as she breathes in the air shared between them.
Whole. Complete. It feels right. It's why she trusts him even if she only senses bits of distant memories that don't fully feel like her own.
When their lips meet, a rush of emotion surges through her. No images, just feelings--confusion, some hurt, and then acceptance, encouragement, the slow and steady budding affection growing in her heart. It feels old and new at the same time, like an old star being reborn anew. Allura presses her lips against his in return, ever so, before drawing back to hold his gaze. ]
Silurjoma.
[ She's called him that many times in the past. Allura had laughed at the notion of calling your lover "babe" after an infant, but returned the sentiment with an Altean term of endearment.
Mark's Glow. The one that makes your markings glow with affection. ]
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Whole. Complete. It feels right. It's why she trusts him even if she only senses bits of distant memories that don't fully feel like her own.
When their lips meet, a rush of emotion surges through her. No images, just feelings--confusion, some hurt, and then acceptance, encouragement, the slow and steady budding affection growing in her heart. It feels old and new at the same time, like an old star being reborn anew. Allura presses her lips against his in return, ever so, before drawing back to hold his gaze. ]
Silurjoma.
[ She's called him that many times in the past. Allura had laughed at the notion of calling your lover "babe" after an infant, but returned the sentiment with an Altean term of endearment.
Mark's Glow. The one that makes your markings glow with affection. ]