PERIHIILLION.

✦ ✧ His footsteps echo, thrown to the far edges of the room in the same manner as her voice. The two linger there, bound and intertwined in a delicate symphony before wavering into silence in the spaces between. She treads through the water, her hair billowing in a cloud behind her. It’s the best she’s felt in months.

    There is an unease, a strange sense of being unsettled with how settled all of this is. They’re in comfort here. Fresh food, warm beds, luxury above and beyond anything most of them have ever experienced. She included. He seems born to it, striding beneath golden lights and marble archways with high shoulders and a proud spine like a young god.

    But his eyes are still kind.

    She swims to the side, draping her arms up over the edge and laying her chin down atop them. She smirks, smiling with one corner of her mouth while her eyes glitter merrily in amusement and invitation.
          ❛ I’m sure you did find it fascinating,  ❜ she purrs, batting her eyelashes at him and looking him over once. ❛ Why wait? You can survey it just as easily from down here. ❜

                  HER    BODY    IS    SILK     AND    GOLDEN    ,    moving    through    still    water    with    the    grace    of     a     siren    ;    temptation    dripping    from    her    smile    enough    to    bring    flourishing    green    to     his    visage.     he    suddenly    feels    far    too    engrossed    in    the    way    her    dark    tendrils   drape    upon    the   curves    of    her    torso.     a    sight    he    could    spend    HOURS    STUDYING   ,    memorizing   with    the    sensitivity    of    fingers.     ‘      illogical   ,     ‘    he    states    bluntly ,    though    his    words    are    SOFT    &    BORDERLINE    TEASING.     on    any    occasion    ,    he’d    be    one    to    decline   such    an    offer   ,    yet    he    REMINDS    HIMSELF    of    the    seemingly    utopian    setting    of    the    new    inhabited    planet    (    IMPOSSIBLE   !    PERFECTION    DOES   NOT    EXIST.    )    but    he’d    propose   the   woman    before    him     was    close    even    by    his    strict     standards.     ‘   the    captain    has    ordered    me    rest.    i    am    certain    ,    by    his    definition    ,    this    qualifies.    ‘  

                  a    smile    ,     SO    RARE   ‘PON    HIS    LIPS    ,    blossoms    briefly    as    fingers    pick    at    the    fabric     enveloping    a    lean    torso.    the   comfort    he    finds    himself    settling   into    is    that    from    nyota   ,    from    the    warmth    reverberating    from    her    every   particle.    he’d     drown     willingly    in    her    allure.    settle    in   to   her    embrace   ,    the   intoxication  of   humans.      (   DID   FATHER    FEEL   THIS   ABOUT   MY    MOTHER   ?     )