I don't really like myself without you
His eyes never leave her not even for a moment. The world around him becomes a blur as he traces the aging lines of her beautiful white face. Motherhood has changed her greatly. He could see the differences even as she says she would never take back her regrets. At least she had a heart to have them. He had once thought her heart had iced over under the warm sun of Atlantis, but his hope grows with the knowledge that Xiomara acknowledges what she had done wrong in her life. He wished to find more remorse in her stare, but her words were enough…for now.
Their eyes lock as a wave of electricity runs down his spine. Her words slither off her tongue and light the bomb in his gut. His betrayal? Ironclad does not move as she gets closer. His eyes do not roam away, but his mind is racing with thoughts behind his lids. She had a point, I guess, but she had provoked his response. If she would have never made him a promise, an offer, he never would have challenged against his better judgment. Her heart would not allow it…His heart flutters as she says that.
He gulps loudly as her hot breath warms his skin. His venerable skin…
Ironclad can barely focus on the last of her words. He knows she mentions something about him not having to worry about her being his neighbor, but his mind didn’t properly click to the situation. He was too busy trying to keep his body in place. Of course, he didn’t miss the whisper of Solomon’s name on his lips as she dips closer and brushes those hot lips against his sweating skin. Xiomara was walking away before he could get another word in, but his whisper behind her was a threat to them all. ”And what if I take his place….?”