Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Dante's stomach fluttered at the girls laugh, his entire body felt as though it was hypersensitive to every noise or movement she made. He was raw with emotion and energy, every sense heightened as he basked in the moment, a hum of energy rolling through him pleasantly. There was nothing like this, he was certain. Nothing he'd ever felt could equate to something so powerful that it could strip him down and lay him bare, pull truths from his throat before building him back up again little by little, leaving him dizzy with the turn of events and yet so very grounded. 

Another thrum buzzed through the boy as his name found it's place on Lumiya's tongue once again, and he hummed inqisitively, eyes still closed. That was, until they popped open with a delayed shock at the girl's next words. He met the glow of her eyes, blinking wide and surprised at her for a few moments before the corners of his lips began to upturn a bit? Yeah? He asked breathlessly, sparkling at her from mere inches away. The boy broke into a full out grin, his eyes wandering away from hers to look up at the sky, unable to contain the joy apparent on his face, though he didn't really want to anyway. His gaze was fixated upwards for several moments, seeming to almost pose a question. He turned his maw back to the fae, whispering under his breath, as though it wasn't really meant for Lumiya depsite the eye contact he maintained, Yeah, I think so. With that, the wolf gave one more breathy, joyous laugh and snuggled closer to his nymph, content to drift off with a mind full of stars and the promise of the beginning of something beautiful.