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All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Tantalize - 11-02-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Offspring - 11-03-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; The silence is deafening.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. The tension in the air is heavy, and she is aching, bruised and bleeding – her movements no longer effortless or graceful. There is a soft ache in his own chest, yearning to urge her to stop, to breathe and take a moment, but she is tireless despite her anguish and she does not pause except to empty the contents of her stomach when the darkness gleaming in her golden gaze is seemingly too much to bear. She had been bound when he found her, tied up and put on display with the scent of her desire permeating the stillness of the woodland air – intermingling with the stench of sweat and blood of so many others; he cannot know what torture and torment she had been forced to endure. He can only see the way the memory of it ravages her, ravenously feasting on her insecurities, her anxiety festering into a gaping, open wound. His uncertainty is quieted by the sight of the volcano looming in the distance – thick plumes of smoke pooling from the crest, encasing the quiet island in a familiar haze, while the roiling sea caresses the shoreline, raking over sand and rhyolite alike. His crimson gaze averts away from the island, searching the terse, hardened plane of her feminine features, parting the darkness of his mouth to speak – when her own teeth are suddenly bared, lips peeled back as she lashes out toward him. He does not shy away from her ferocity, and her teeth strike at the thick column of his neck, harsh and bruising – plucking at the skin as a small trickling of blood is brought to the surface. Ears pinned to the base of his skull, the darkness of his smoldering gaze bores into her own, searching through the anger, the agony, the shame – perplexed; bewildered. Why? she asks of him, but he is quiet. Why did you come back? she demands of him, and he does not know what to say. ”What do you mean?” he breathes finally, his voice rough from the smoke and the ash that had filled his lungs – the fire is his, the fire is a part of him, but he can still feel the way the dust and residue of his destruction clutches to the alveoli of his lungs. ”What are you talking about? Come back? – Tantalize, I’ve never even been to Sylva before.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Tantalize - 11-03-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Offspring - 11-04-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; He does not know what to say, or what to do.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. She is recoiling from his touch, no longer the scalding, blistering inferno it had been, and quietly, he withdraws, tucking his chin closer to his chest as the darkness of his crimson gaze studies her. The tension of her rigid posture and tightened muscle do not go unnoticed, and quietly, he traces the lithe shape of her body with his eyes – the gentle ridges and curves, the dried blood and glistening, open wounds, and softly, the anger within him is flickering. The ember remains, though he is forced to swallow it, to subdue the fire that yearned to reach the surface of his marred flesh to make itself known. She had seen what he is capable of, and it was not only her safety on his mind when he had set fire to the thicket that she had become bound by with dry and brittle vine – the ferocity of his protective impulse had been unmistakable; his heart cared for her more than he ever hoped it could (and thought of it is unnerving, causing him to shift uncomfortably before her). There is a moment of regret shining in her dark, amber-lit gaze, but it is fleeting, and soon she is rife with fury once more, lashing out at him verbally, further weaving a web of perplexity within his mind. ”I would never say that,” he murmurs, the ridge of his brow furrowed as the fluttering ember inside of his chest manages to reach the depth of his eyes, boring red as his cheek is tilted and his head is lowered, seeking to catch her averted gaze, to insist that she look at him. ”I never would have left you, Tantalize, not bound and left to –“ but he cannot say it; she is trembling and he cannot bring himself to speak of the sinister and insidious display that had been made of her. His anger simmers, still. But there would be time for his anger later – She is quivering with rage, but she is broken, frightened, and embarrassed, and he presses closer to her as the broadness of his chest touches her dappled shoulder, while the thick girth of his neck drapes over her own, drawing her closer to him – tightly to him. His cheek brushes along the tangle of her tresses, ignoring the bramble and briar entangled within the ringlets, feeling her rapid and thrumming pulse against his throat. We will be fine on our own. We. ”It was not me, Liz,” he murmurs huskily, his voice rough and ragged with emotion, the thought of her parted and touched and tortured against her will causing a knot to rise into his throat – the thought of their union, blossoming within her womb, while she shivered in terror and writhed in distress is unbearable. ”I do not know what sort of wicked magic he is capable of, but it was not me. I would not leave you - I promise you,” and softly, quietly, he draws his neck away from her own, as his lips press against her cheek. ”Can’t you see ..? I love you. I'm not going anywhere.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Tantalize - 11-04-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Offspring - 11-05-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; ”I have seen much over my lifetime, and I know that you have as well,” he says quietly, remembering the way Michaelis and his shadow tendrils had danced dangerously close to him so long ago, while the heat of his skin burned, while magic coursed through his veins and through his, too, creating two born of their blood: Thana, and Isra. Little did he realize that his daughter, his own flesh and blood, had come to love the monstrous creature that had bound the one who held his heart, that she had come to love the fiend that had displayed her for the sexual and physical gratification of others. That she, Thana, his own flesh and blood, had taken Tantalize away into the night herself, bound by bramble and vines, offering her as if she held no value, no significance!I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. Oh, he had seen so much – and yet, he had seen so little. He knew how wicked the world could be; how dangerously insidious and depraved it could be. If only he knew the depth of it. ”I was born with nothing but my immortality,” he murmurs against her skin, plucking a burr from the entanglement of her tresses, his voice thrumming against her dampened skin. ”but over time, I have .. been blessed, and I have been cursed. My immortality and my ice wielding, gone,” he breathes – a truth he did not often speak; he could feel in in his bones and see it as his youth is lost to him with each passing year. ”but in its place, fire, the vision of a dragon – and an exoskeleton of flame,” he pauses, ”there is no rhyme, and no reason - how can we say what he does and does not have?” All the while, he is embracing her, obsidian pressed against the dappled rust of her own, feeling her heartbeat hum to life – hammering inside of her chest, as she so often made his own do. He does not want to let her go; he could remain still for many hours and let the wayward sun fall far beyond the distant horizon, but the intensity of his confession is too much – and her gaze is boring into his own, searching for an answer, searching for the truth she yearned to know. ”I am speaking truth,” he murmurs huskily, pressing closer again as his mouth brushes across her cheek, and then her jaw, feeling her pulse thrum against his whiskered lips, refusing her the opportunity to draw away from him. ”I have loved only three in my lifetime,” Kera, Isle - but it is her, it is Tantalize that has drawn his tired and weary heart out of the shallow grave in which it had been buried, with her deep and wild spirit, her sharp wit and sharper tongue – he loved her more with each passing moment, and it can be seen clearly in the way the fire is burning within his gaze, seeking hers. ”and I love you, and I love the son or daughter inside of you, I love what you are – I love who you are.” He is quiet, then, for a moment, tracing her jaw, feeling her tremble beneath his tongue – the breathlessness of a moan, caught between her raging, fearful heart and her desire for him to covet her, to protect her broken heart. To mend it, to keep it. His lips press against hers, catching her in a longing, pressing kiss, the falling sun forgotten, and the distant, churning ocean and rumbling volcano forgotten. When he does part, his cheek pressed against her own, he murmurs against the crease of her jaw, ”I am tired, Tantalize,” he sighs softly, as the heat of his breathe brushes beneath her tresses draped across the column of her neck. ”I am so tired, and I want nothing more than to put an end to all of it and settle down in a way I never have before,” (Tephra, left in the care of another – no longer a King, no longer an Overseer) ”I want us .. I want you. I love you, and if I have to say it a thousand times, a million times - if I have to say it each morning you wake, each evening you rest, I will.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Tantalize - 11-05-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Offspring - 11-10-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; The animosity and trepidation seemingly melt away from her hardened, but deeply feminine features, but he is unwavering and steadfast in the truth that has fallen from his lips. Even if her apprehension has faded, while her callous and fiercely guarded heart is warmed by the heat of his fervent, affectionate touch, or by the tenderness of his confession murmured softly against her skin, he would never tire of chasing the darkness away from her vivid, burning amber gaze. The golden flecks bore into his own, a deep and sordid crimson staring back, and he can feel her seeping into the very depth of his soul – seeing the broken, fragmented pieces of his own weary heart, splintered by the unkind wrath of time, of loss, of devastation, just as hers had been.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. The jagged, uneven pieces of her own heart seemingly meld into his own, and the breath that is exhaled softly along the gentle curve of her cheek is from a heart that is whole - a wholeness he has never known; a fullness he has never felt before. Where anger and suffering once wrought away the softness of her gaze, he can see beyond it – breaking away, piece by piece, she is exposed to him, vulnerable and bare and there is a deep, unflinching desire to covet her, to protect her with promise and with intent, but time has taught him how feeble and inadequate spoken word can be. A spoken promise is meant to be broken, and he cannot promise that he will not cause her heart anguish, that he will be all that she has been longing for all of the time – But within the warmth of his breath mingling with her own as his whiskered lips brush hers, within the heat of his insistent, zealous kiss, there is a promise woven not with his voice, but with his presence. A vow to stand beside her, to guard her from whatever harm may come for her, to desire her and to remind her of it each moment that he can. Her own confession stirs the same flickering ember within his chest to grow, to blossom, spreading with the ferocity of wildfire through his body, though he suppresses it from emerging to the surface of his skin, where its darkness is marred with puckered, pink scars of old. The anger, and the ire is forgotten. Instead, he is filled with desire for her, yearning to caress every intimate part of her, to cause her to writhe against his touch as he breathes his need for her into the entanglement of her long, knotted tresses. It is not long before the fire has reached his eyes, burning a deep and simmering scarlet, boring into hers with an effervescent, blistering longing as her soft and parted lips caress the plane of his cheek, where scarring lay over one eye, where his own crimped forelock lay across the broadness of his masculine face. A shiver traverses the length of his spine, and with a deep and slow intake of breath, he is quieted – if only for a moment, focusing on the gentle hum of her voice reverberating through muscle and bone where her lips trail along the hard lines and ridges of his jaw and throat. His pulse has quickened, as his arousal has already begun to pool within his loin, stirring his desire for her with a fullness that he does not try to conceal from her. The way her voice quivers with emotion and raw, sensual need is enough to make him uneasy and restless, wanting to press his mouth into the crease of her hip, within the heat of her loin to rouse the deepest and most intimate part of her into ecstasy – But he does not, pausing instead to seek her gaze as her soft and beautiful lips part to murmur to him that she is his, just as he is hers, and breathlessly he is left wondering if she can feel his heartbeat thrumming harder and faster as her gentle kiss touches the sensitive crook of his neck. A knot of emotion rises into the confinement of his throat as she professes she would follow him to whatever end;a vow she could never know the gravity of. He had spent so much of his time, so much of his life alone, isolated and even when his heart had known love, it had only known it in part. There were always conditions; clauses that kept him lonesome. She never loved him for every piece of him, for every flaw he inevitably had, for his fierce dedication to serving others - she had resented him for it all; she had come to harbor anger and envy in her heart (had she ever loved him at all?) To have Tantalize by his side come whatever may and whatever he may choose is the only vow he could ever desire from her. ”I promise that I will,” he breathes, but it is a promise that he is certain he can keep – his love for her is endless, as tireless as the ravenous sea, as tumultuous as a summer storm. He would tell her every dawn, every dusk – ”and you are my happy ending.” Her lips press against his mouth, and he deepens it with a fervor that can only speak of a fragment of the desire blistering inside of him, yearning to be set free, longing to take away the fear and humiliation of being put on display by her own flesh and blood – wanting her to think instead of him, of where his lips press harder, of where his teeth graze as blissful rapture blinds her with delight. His mind is racing, thinking of the drying blood where she had been carved, dizzy with the scent of her need, mindful of the unborn life tucked away within her womb - selfish, he is to still want her, and though he can feel her desire growing with each soft, searching kiss, he cannot keep his worry at bay. ”You should rest; Tephra is just beyond the shoreline,” he murmurs softly across her cheek, though his lips brush along her jawline, kissing her throat and the tender column of her neck, while his desire only grows. OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Tantalize - 11-10-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away again [Offspring] - Offspring - 11-11-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; The wonder of her soft and gentle kiss across his own whiskered lips is enough to intoxicate him, rendering him breathless and heady with a strong, pulsating arousal stirring beneath the swell of his barrel. Slowly, carefully, her mouth caresses the strong line of his jawbone, as the warmth of her breath awakens his need to covet her, to feel her writhe beneath him and quiver around him with each methodical stroke. He is lost to the imagery of drawing her nearer, of chasing away the anguish of her open, gaping wound, of bringing forth gasping murmurs of delight and pleasure from the hearth of her chest where her wildly beating heart lay. I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. When she presses closer to him, he cannot keep the darkness of his mouth from stroking each inch of exposed skin with teeth and with warm breath, exhaled with the low grumbling of a growl in his tightening throat. Each fervent kiss causes him to pulsate, to throb, his growing desire for her evident in the way he flinches and twitches with each inadvertent caress – a pearl of lubrication surging from the tip and trailing down the length of his erection. He can hardly stand the stillness in between each soft but lurid kiss; virility and youth both course furiously through his veins with renewed vigor, his age forgotten with each elicited moan and charged movement. Her lips finally press against his own, ardent and passionate, and a guttural groan is pulled from his chest, rumbling against the softness of her parted lips. He cannot keep from feeling lightheaded as he crosses the soft curve of her jaw to her throat, tracing the column of her neck with his lips and with his teeth, blunt but pressed gently against the tender skin. He can feel her laughter reverberate against his mouth, with a hitch to follow when his lips find an intimate place to send a shiver of delight down the curve of her spine to where her wet, aching folds await his caress. She refuses his feeble attempt to urge her to rest, to quiet the longing for her stirring within the pit of his stomach, pressing into the dark ridge of his shoulder as her lithe, feminine curves move seamlessly against the hardened muscle of his own. His teeth gently part and press into the supple flesh of her spine, trailing down to her croup as she presses past him, encircling him slowly. Enticingly. The broad plane of his cheek caresses the roundness of her backside, where his lips find the feminine curve of her buttocks. All the while, the heat of her searching lips encounters the sensitive underside of his barrel, where scarring of old lay, where his arousal lay, tightened and throbbing with the sensation of her warm breath tracing its length. A low and guttural groan is pressed against the bend of her rump as her long and tousled tail brings him closer with the heady scent of her desire, and just when his muzzle is buried beneath, just when his lips find the most intimate part of her – ”Liz,” he breathes, awestruck and his erection twitches, hard and leaking with desire from the heat of her soft and subtle kiss, rousing a slumbering beast somewhere within. The fire within his gaze is heavy, no longer a flickering ember, but a blazing inferno. He does not laugh – he is beyond humor, though he is irresistibly attracted to the tantalizing lilt of her cadence and the humor within, wanting to hear more of it. Wanting to hear her crying out in ecstasy, thighs dampened with her need and with his seed, pleading for him to take her again, and again. And he would. Still want to take a nap? ”No,” comes the rumbling growl, the single syllable caught within his throat – his lips finding her skin with urgency, tracing the dappling of each mark tracing the curve of her hipbone and down to the sensitive muscle of her thigh. Plucking gently at the delicate flesh, his teeth and lips press kiss after nip after gentle bite across the heat of her thigh, slowly trailing up to where she is parted for him. Glistening with desire where the flushed skin of her vulva lay parted, the plush velvet of his nose caresses her, enveloping him in the scent of her womanhood as she writhes beneath his touch. Nostrils flaring, the heat of his breath is all that touches her desire, teasing the sensitive knot of her clitoris with his tongue – slow, deliberate, drawing out each gasp and moan of delight from the one who had so fiercely and so furiously taken his heart, folding into the depth of her cavern while he pulsates below, yearning to take her. Longing to covet her, to move inside of her rhythmically, stroke after stroke - not yet, not yet - and his lips find the hidden button to unravel her. She teased him, demure and coy in her feather-light caress of his manhood, pulling the darkness of his need and the intensity of his craving for her – but he cannot stop after the first hitch of breath; after the first lascivious moan. He cannot (will not) stop until she is thrashing beneath the stroke of his wanting mouth, until she is unraveling from the heat of his lips encircling her trembling core, until she is spent and begging him to fill her. To bring her to completion, again and again. OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. |