❛ you are my salvation. ❜ price @muutos
she wants to be his salvation, wants it in a way that terrifies her enough to believe him. it’s not flattery, it’s not sweet—it's the weight of meaning because john price doesn't utter a single syllable he doesn't stand behind. it lands in her chest like a round at close range, and for a second, all she can do is feel it: the honesty of it, the need of it. fingers pressed into the hard edge of his chest, sliding up the column of his throat like she’s checking if he’s real, if he’s still warm under her palm. he is, off course he is. a man always burning, always ready to fight someone else's war. the perfect soldier, the selfless leader, giving until there's nothing left and still never staying down.
she leans in, her forehead pressing into the curve of his temple, mouth a whisper over his own. her frame straddled his lap, as if by miracle, she could ground him there. ❛ john. ❜ like she's something soft and not buried beneath devouring violence, like she wasn't haunted in every step she took. how could gloria deny him that refuge? she wants to say it’s too much, that salvation is too big a word for what she can give but, it doesn't change a long-standing truth. at doesn't change the fact that he's her salvation, too. bloodstained, battle-worn, but hers. ❛ i'll be anything for you. ❜ her teeth tug at his bottom lip, testing reverence with a flick of her tongue. it's almost cruel, the way her words tremble against him, how her nails trace his jaw. ❛ but i need you to take. i need you to be selfish, i need you to want this more than you decided on your own grave. ❜