Wheeling Gull Isle xviiii. letting your guard down is honourable

A tremor - a microscopic quake, equal parts hope and fear - shakes within his timbres, as if his breath caught and he was forced to swallow against the swell of treacherous emotion. It lends courage to her tremulous gaze, lavender ticcing with clarity as it settled upon his features with familiarity. 

"It is beautiful," she wisps, anxiety overcome in the need to reassure him. 

Perhaps that is love, in its truest form, a philosophical voice muses from the corners of her mind, to kill one's own demons to slay another's. 

"They are but flickering images yet they are filled with light and laughter and love," a smile furled over her lips, head ducking as she brushed against him, the words dropping to a whisper.