" you're the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. " years and years of isolation since the time he was a young man had taken its toll. easier to hide, easier to not give someone the chance to hurt him or discover too much too quickly, if anything at all. who knew it would be the flower girl that would begin to bloom trust in him again, looking at him softly and holding him softer. it gave him peace. she gave him peace. even now with the simplest act of affection, calloused fingers falling through her hair, " i don't know what i did to deserve you, but i'm glad it worked. " / @cerynitiis.
" luckiest, huh? " elaphia leans into his touch. she closes her eyes briefly, relishing in the comfort of his closeness, the always vaguely smokey, almost vanilla tobacco scent of him. throughout their years together, they had grown close, friendship slowly morphing into something more, something meaningful and pure. when had he stopped fearing her touch and affection? when did she gain his trust, his adoration? to this day, she can't pinpoint the exact moment, just remembers how it started - fingers brushing together, touch lingering longer than necessary, a not wholly innocent, lingering look here and there. she had never thought she would find something this sweet again.
she traces the shape of his jaw, his nose, breathes against his glasses to tease him. " and how are you sure i'm not your divine punishment, mr. castillo? "