Epander IV

I meant to mention this beforehand, but I wasn't going to make an update on Christmas, so I hope that everyone had a great Christmas.  My mother, sister, and I planned and cooked most of the food, and so it was absolutely delicious.  Also, it's getting really hard to keep on finding pictures of ancient art of lovers.  This time it's a man and a boy, rather than a man and woman.  I'm running out of images.  Give me a break.

Still, he said nothing. It was doubtful there was anything that could have been said, but doubly so now. Instead Epander pushed himself up and crawled over to where she sat, cheeks still moist from tears. He put his hand up to her face and slid it around to the back of her neck, pulling her head towards his as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Her own lips were so soft, so plush, and felt so wonderful. He would miss those lips. Even as they pulled apart from one another, he already longed to feel their gentle touch once more, mouth hanging ajar with a mix of lust and trepidation in his eyes. She held a similar look upon her own face and it broke his heart asunder.

His jaw began to quiver and his breath became irregular as he looked upon her longer and yet longer still. He could hardly bear it, to see her like this, to know that there was nothing that he could do to abate it, to know that he was the cause of her sorrow. His heart was rent to pieces as tears began to well up, to wall themselves up in his eyes, so he broke their exchanged longing stare and launched himself into her, pushing her back into the ground whilst his lips remained engaged with hers, hand still behind her neck to gently lay her down. All of their passion was within this kiss, yet he couldn’t lose himself in it. All he could think of was how this would be the moment that he would have to remember; this kiss is all he would have left.

He brought his face up gently away from hers with yet still parted mouth and almost refused to open his eyes. It was as though if he never were to open them again, he could last in this moment forever, that it never had to end, that he never had to leave her; he could remain within her embrace and feel her heart thumping against his until the world fell into ruin about them. Was this not such a bad idea? Here he was in a tranquil glade with all the natural world serenating him, arms wrapped about his loving companion with whom he would never wish to be parted from. Was this not a perfect moment? Could he not just stay? No, perhaps it is because he had this which was worth fighting for, worth dying for, that made it so beautiful to live. Just the same, it was because of this great beauty in his life that he had to fight, that he had to die, all for the sake of preserving that beauty.