The first time they filled the air around them had been on the battlefield as they crashed against one another from opposing sides. Blades sparked, skin perspired, muscles flexed and eyes devoured emotions bursting forth like clouds of chaos. Teeth rattled with their amor and words sliced where swords could not, but their hearts echoed in rhythm as they recognized a tether between them.
Through the haze of war, their Lust turned from Blood to Passion and their lips swore to meet again.
The second time was in the dead of night--the air so chilled their breaths billowed like ghosts as they met secretly beneath woodland stars. Shy lips were emboldened by the heresy they were creating, so they filled the cracks within one another--shaping and shifting Passion into Love.
The third time was a knife to the Soul for them both.
Fire danced around them, keeping them divided by the threat of torment and pain for their Desires. But they held their hearts open, Raw and Thundering for one another, and for all the world to see. Daring like only few ever could, they charged and leapt into the inferno as one--eyes never breaking their held gaze. Mouths parting, heat hotter than the flames that singed their skin seeped from the core of their vessels, up between the Hallows of Death converging, and in to one another.
They swelled like a ranging storm--the coals that were meant to burn them alive drifting into the heavens to suddenly rain like the cosmos down upon them--and the barriers of magic that bind worlds throughout their lands dissolved under the tide of their union.
Love became Transcending and Transcending soon became an Everlasting Breath of Life.
Through the haze of war, their Lust turned from Blood to Passion and their lips swore to meet again.
The second time was in the dead of night--the air so chilled their breaths billowed like ghosts as they met secretly beneath woodland stars. Shy lips were emboldened by the heresy they were creating, so they filled the cracks within one another--shaping and shifting Passion into Love.
The third time was a knife to the Soul for them both.
Fire danced around them, keeping them divided by the threat of torment and pain for their Desires. But they held their hearts open, Raw and Thundering for one another, and for all the world to see. Daring like only few ever could, they charged and leapt into the inferno as one--eyes never breaking their held gaze. Mouths parting, heat hotter than the flames that singed their skin seeped from the core of their vessels, up between the Hallows of Death converging, and in to one another.
They swelled like a ranging storm--the coals that were meant to burn them alive drifting into the heavens to suddenly rain like the cosmos down upon them--and the barriers of magic that bind worlds throughout their lands dissolved under the tide of their union.
Love became Transcending and Transcending soon became an Everlasting Breath of Life.
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