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RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Cheri - 04-11-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: The Kill List | Obscene - Obscene - 04-13-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
A dangerous question. Exactly what he had been going for. The shiver across her velvet flesh does not go unnoticed, the questionable flicker in the depths of red deepening in response. She thinks of how far from dull this game between them has always been and his thoughts remain on always trying to keep it as such. It would be hard, he realizes, for it to ever be anything but boring with Cheri. Not when she presses against his star-lined chest just so. How his heart thrusts against the cage of his ribs as if it might try to infest into her entirely. As if reading his mind, she speaks and there is a moment that briefly flickers across his ravenous features. Not of suspicion but oddly close to hope. “Official?” He murmurs against the mint of her mane, still unable to keep his touch from wandering. What she explains is something that keeps him momentarily stunned to silence. A part of her within him as if she hadn’t burrowed herself within his heart long ago in a thunderstorm. No, a literal part of her. To keep safe inside of himself. He thinks of the scales and waking up in blood and viscera. He thinks of how this body of his, though immortal, is probably the last place that could be considered safe. And yet….. Although he struggled to convey the truth of his feelings for the crystal adorned mare (the truth of what she was to him), at the very least he could perhaps give her this. “A piece of you in me.” He starts slowly, bringing the red of his fiery gaze to find her wicked green. “On the condition of a piece of me in you.” He finally says quietly. “I would not be without you, Cheri.” It is strange, how sure he is in this when he had never been sure of anything else before. She mentions the coming of the fall season, the hidden promise that lingered there. Obsidio (as well as Mobscene and the stillborn daughter that had never tasted life) would never be forgotten. Could never be replaced, any of them. His affections for her intensify at the thought of her rounded belly with child. His child. “Is… Would you want that? For us?” He asks quietly, searching her face curiously. The talk of the future excites him, rounds him back to the start of this conversation. The talk of magic. Aela wanted to explore the possibility of combined magics, Cheri wished to work her own. Yet this land had always been clear on favoritism and there seemed to always be repercussions with such things when dreams became so large. “I doubt that kind of magic could be wielded here without the eyes of the gods upon us.” He murmurs softly against her dark ear. Their eyes and their fickle need to control even the most harmless of magic. They had chased out the small sprites of old that had once been known in these lands, even the nectar was becoming harder and harder to find now that they were gone. Dream bigger. Aela’s words come unbidden to him then and a new idea, shining and bold, begins to emerge. “Perhaps Tephra is too small a goal.” He says suddenly, the crimson of his iris’s fever bright. “Perhaps the South belongs to the sea.” He continues, pulling away as he becomes enraptured in this new plan that unfolds before him. “What if we found a different world to conquer?” He knows they exist, it’s just a matter of finding them. obscene @Cheri |