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The distant roars and grunts from the pits seemed muffled and faded here, as if the thick walls could keep the chaos of the outside world at bay.
Tix’s fingers grazed my cheek, drawing my attention.
Our gazes met, his eyes filled with relief and a smidgen of mischief.
The ever-present smell of sweat, so synonymous with the prison, was surprisingly subdued in his presence.
Instead, a comforting musky aroma enveloped me — distinctly Tix.
“You never cease to amaze me, Grace,” he murmured.
His voice, deep and melodic, sent shivers down my spine.
The sound blended perfectly with the faint, rhythmic drip of water somewhere in the distance, forming a calming backdrop to our moment.
Before I could reply, Tix’s lips met mine, silencing any coherent thought I might have formed.
The kiss was soft, yet insistent, a dance of longing and promise.
My fingertips traced the rough patches and minor scrapes on his arms, remnants of his recent battle.
The sensation of cool, scarred skin against the warmth of my own fingers was oddly grounding.
As we deepened the kiss, the air grew heavy.
The cell’s chilly stone floor beneath my feet was at odds with Tix’s heated embrace, and every sensation was amplified, making me hyper-aware of our surroundings.
The muted sounds, the blend of flavors, and the mix of tactile experiences were a sensory overload.
Pulling away, but still staying close enough that our foreheads touched, we both took a moment to catch our breath.
My ears picked up the quiet inhales and exhales, the sound blending with the distant echoes of the prison.
Tix’s steady heartbeat, which I felt more than heard, was a soothing counterpoint to my own racing pulse.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” I whispered, the weight of reality slowly creeping back.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through both of us. “In another universe, another time, perhaps we could.”
I sighed, the warmth of his breath teasing the loose strands of my hair.
The aroma of whatever alien fruit he’d consumed lingered, a sweet undertone. “We’ll make our own universe then,” I countered, a smile playing on my lips.
He nodded, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Starting with this cell?”
“Anywhere with you,” I replied, my voice filled with sincerity.
Our laughter, warm and genuine, filled the cold, stone space, momentarily turning it into the universe we so desperately craved.
* * *
Hand in hand, Tix and I closed our eyes.
The chill of the prison cell and the distant sounds faded away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of connection and unity.
We took a deep breath in unison, and I could feel his heartbeat synchronizing with mine.
Suddenly, we were standing at the entrance of a colossal stone structure, overgrown with emerald-green moss.
