Finch was one that was probably used to keeping things to himself, considering how he showed a bit of nervousness when he spoke to Ashira. The words came out in small cascades, not unlike the waterfall that slowly made its way towards the waiting pool. 'In my dreams, we are standing at the foot of tall mountains at dawn, looking up. Together. Before, my dreams were – uh, not like that.' A confession that covered miles of potential history that could be brought to the present at a later time. 'And – that’s what I want, Ashira,' He used her real name, a step in a direction Ashira was not disinclined to walk, 'I want to be by your side, if – if that’s what you want. If it’s possible…' Your dreams sound very scenic, she stated, words gently pulled into a lull that destiny finger combed. I have never been told I was in a dream with someone before. The confession was true, given that when she spoke of dreams with another person, her nor the other did not mention her presence. When I do dream, I don't remember much, but they leave an imprint for a day or two. She watched him with her bright eyes as she continued along her path of the conversation. Being by your side would be an honor, she said, her tones decreasing to the same lull that came with destiny's playful fingers. Finding you by my side is what, I believe, is meant to be. I would not look for anyone else. As long as Finch was part of the plan for Ashira's life, she would not deny him. His massive paw then placed itself on top of hers, the size difference obvious but delicate. She felt a warmth spread from where their paws touched along her front leg, carrying itself across her skin until she was completely covered. He exhaled deeply, his sigh creating a warm breeze that carried around them before he softly asked, 'Is...this okay?' Finch's gentle caress of his cheek against hers brought softness and warmth to her face. Ashira closed her eyes at the nature of the touch and she felt a sigh escape her in turn. Yes, this is okay, she confirmed, feeling another wave of warmth from his touch. With a soft nudge from destiny, Ashira returned the gesture, her weight shifting slightly so her mirrored response emphasized the same indication that Finch had shown. template by bean
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”Being by your side would be an honor.” Moonlight danced on calm waters. Ashira, with her shimmering monochrome coat and gentle spirit, had captivated him from the second their eyes had met months ago. Now, her gentle voice spoke words that Finch had hoped for but never expected to hear, her thoughts like poetry as the nurse expressed herself: ”Finding you by my side is what, I believe, is meant to be. I would not look for anyone else.“ Under the soft glow of the moonlight by the lagoon, Finch gathered every ounce of courage within him. Heart pounding, he pulled away just enough to see her delicate, feminine features, blue eyes seeking ghostly silver once more as a growing smile appeared on his muzzle. He hoped in that instant, that she could feel the depth of his feelings as strongly as he did. The former fighter was still anxious, but this nervousness was overshadowed by the urgency of longing within his core — for Ashira to know him, and for him to know, to understand the beautiful healer — to be the one that she looked to when she needed someone… to be the one who could make her happy. As they stood together, the serenity of the lagoon enveloped them; Finch sank further into the present, body and soul, as he allowed the sentiments to flow freely from his maw like the lagoon’s peaceful flow. ”Ashira,” he began, his voice earnest, filled with genuine emotion. ”From — from the moment I met you, I felt something I’ve never felt before. You bring light to my world, and — and I can’t imagine my life without you. I — I love you, Ashira.” In that magical moment, he leaned close again as he softly pressed his lips to hers, sealing their bond beneath the stars, forever changed by kismet’s gentle whisper. Finch had, at long last, found his destiny. |