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Asiri's love feels like worship sometimes.
Sukuna knows it, from the way those dark eyes shine with something that he once dismissed as girlish infatuation. He allows her to look upon him in this way, and ignores why it makes the inside of his chest feel like a cage for something desperate to be freed.
Asiri's touch feels like prayer sometimes.
Sukuna does not acknowledge the breathless feeling in his lungs when her fingertips drift over the carved muscle of his shoulders, tunneling and threading through the blushed dawn of his hair. She memorizes his back, tracing every dip, curve and carved edge of him as if she is seeing him for the first time. One ruby eye tracks her movements with lazy interest, even as the rest drift closed, drowsing under the soothing pattern of her wandering hands.
And then, she leans down to kiss him and it feels like sunlight on his skin. He has to act, because what other choice is there?
Sukuna's love feels like a lodestone sometimes.
Asiri knows it is love, but it does not move for her. It simply exists, complete and heavy; reflected in the intensity of his gaze when he watches her dance. It is there in the pensive stitch of his brow, the wrinkling of his nose like a tiger's muzzle. She knows it is love in the way he reaches for her, linking their fingers.
Sukuna's touch feels like restraint sometimes.
As if he wants to do more to her than he already does; as if the bruises, the bites, and the grips of granite around her delicate wrists are not enough. His fangs at her throat are both threat and promise, but he does not deepen his bite, soothing the wounds he makes with an expert tongue. She smiles at him in the aftermath, heavy-lidded and languorous, limbs lissome as she focuses her mind on the soothing pattern of his fingertips stroking her skin.
Beneath her ear, the cadence of his heart tells her exactly what this is: a truth with no words; a truth that shames every tongue that dares to shape it. Asiri's smile spreads against his skin like a wine stain, her own unspeakable truth thumping in answer.