It took a while before he finally got a grasp of himself again. Aragon's legs shook helplessly then he fell on his knees like someone devoid of any strength. And soon enough his arms wrapped around her back as he softly returned the kiss, holding onto her like she was his sanity.
Raziah didn't even realize she was crying till they pulled back and she noticed her face was wet. He opened his eyes, and they were back to their normal devious shade of black, though his breathing was still hard.
She had her forehead against his, her hands entangled inside his thick hair. He was back in control again, he was back to the Aragon she knew well again, and she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. The images she saw had been very blurry, but she had made out a boy with blue eyes going through something horrible and hideous.
