Zephyrus’ touch had always seemed like permission to let go, to be tired, to be overwhelmed, to be amused, to be all the things Iris didn’t think she was allowed to be. She leaned into him, closing her eyes at the kiss and thinking of nothing but it and him.
She was tired of filing things away, of worrying about where she stood and whether it would cause trouble for the family she loved. There was enough grief on the side of her siblings….she didn’t want more heartbreak. It was never, ever her intention, even when she had made her choice, long ago.