Phobos scoffs in disbelief gazing away from me to take in a calming breath so he can soothe the erupting wrath that simmers beneath waiting to be unleashed and I quickly seal the remaining distance between us. Standing on my tiptoes I tenderly lay my quivering palm over his right cheek and his boring unforgivable stare softens to my touch. "You are always quick to anger, my stubborn beast." I beam and the tips of his lips twitch as he strives to control his smile.
"You are the same." He whispers but the roaring fire in his ocean blues does not perish merely boils underneath.
"Indeed and somehow we are making it work are we not?"
