Zerras woke slowly. The golden rays of light that snuck over the horizon cast them in an ethereal hue. It was said the morning was when the gods were most active. His violet eyed fluttered and landed on the face of Juniper. In the morning sun, her freckles would he quite evident, and it painted her hair a delicate gold that could be compared to the fleece of the golden sheep. He reached up, his hand soft as he brushed her cheek with his fingertips, tracing over her cheekbone and the bridge of her nose. He was so close, holding his breath as if afraid to wake her and disturb the dignified grace she held in the peaceful sleep. He reminded her of a flower. Camellias, perhaps. At least when she slept. He reminded her of a lot of things, most often flowers. Even now, his caresses were careful, as if brushing the petals of a rose. He dropped his hand again, simply watching.
She murmured slightly, her eyes fluttering open softly as she looked up at him, squinting slightly in the morning sun. “Z...?”
He was watching her. There was that familiar uncertainty in his gaze as he pulled away slightly. "Hey."
Her brow furrowed instantly as she noticed the change in his expression. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “Why are you pulling away?”
She leaned in before gently kissing him, her lips soft as they brushed against his. “Don’t be nervous,” she replied softly, a sweet confidence in her voice. “This is right.”
She looked up at him, relaxing as the early morning sun hit her. “They will,” she repeated sleepily. “I love you.”
