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awake my soul | isle - Offspring - 03-06-2016 lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all. but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall. And then, she was gone as suddenly as she had appeared. He was left breathless, his mind a haze of confusion and frustration and angst that had begun to sink in to the deepest parts of him - the pit of his heart; the marrow of his bones. He was left bathing in the sunlight, the warmth radiating from the sun and leaving his dark, marred flesh with beads of sweat, and yet he felt as if he'd been shrouded in darkness. He was abruptly left without her gentle touch, her soft breath and unfinished caresses, and it left behind a shadow in its wake. He followed her as she moved slowly to the beckoning solace of the quiet thicket, disappearing from his sight. She was only a faint memory now, though her scent still permeated the air, cloaking his senses as he struggled to withhold it and savor it for as long as he could. He knew of the pain in her eyes this time; he had seen it clear as day. She was fearful, as was he. She had stripped away small pieces of him within the hours of their first spoken words, and he had taken a piece of her in return. He knew of her deepest, darkest secret, though she knew not of his own. He would keep that very secret under lock and key if he were to ever see her again - she had left him after the briefest kiss; and he did not dare bring up his lonely, terribly existence for fear she would flee again. It was not so simple, though. He ached for her company in the days and even weeks following - every slight movement stirred him from the depths of his uneasiness, causing his heart to throb in anticipation. Each time, he was doused in the same overwhelming pool of disappointment, and it began to sour his mood. He searched for her, but to no avail. Her scent had long since faded, and he angrily chastised himself often for it. Why had he not followed her when he had the chance? What use would it have been if he had? She had made it clear that goodbye was all that she could offer him; why did he allow himself to linger on it so long? He would cycle through the individual stages of grief. Regretful one moment, furious the next. He lumbered around the icy confines of the flatland and sulked through the open, fresh fields of the meadow, lost in his own wretchedness as he battled his mind and heart. You know how it ends; how it always ends, He would think to himself, you do not deserve it. You cannot do this again. And so what if he had? She wanted nothing to do with him, that much had been obvious. He would come to accept this, and soon the longing would fade away. Soon, he had buried the thought of her away with the rest, relinquishing his mind to the comforting embrace of nothingness that he was now lost in. His eyes of crimson now seemed a shade darker as he peered out onto the land that lay before him, though he was staring at nothing in particular and did not allow his mind to linger on any one single thing for long. He lets himself fade away into the abyss of his own mind, trapping his innermost thoughts of pining woe away (for he did not love her, no, but he could, and he hadn't in so long, it felt so devastating to have even the most remote possibility of it taken away from him). Just then, the rolling clouds overhead begin to rumble and roar with the threatening onslaught of rain, rousing him from the depths of his blurry thoughts. He gazes towards the sky and its shapeless, eerie shade of gray, peering from between the woven tendrils of coal-painted hair, deciding at once to move into the thicket of pines mere feet behind him. He buries himself into the brush, his massive stature moving slowly in between the aging bark, scratching his scar-inflicted flesh against the trees. His steps are heavy as his limbs carrying his monolithic frame, pounding onto the dried leaves and twigs, crushing them beneath his monstrous weight. He focuses on the soft cracks of their splitting atoms, savors the rustling of the gusts that whistle between the leaves, that ways the pines overhead. And then it comes. The rain, with its shattering, shimmering splendor, washes over the forest, drenching it in its dampness. It is not long before the weight of the droplets weigh heavily on the spindly branches, soaking him through as well. He hardly notices; the thunder grumbles above and rattles the earth below, but he remains, rooted in a single spot. His nostrils fill with the overwhelming scent of flora and fauna, overwhelming him in its heady aroma. He knows it so well, he has milled over it for weeks on end after she had parted from him and here it was. There it was, for now it is gone, washed away by the rainfall, replaced instead with the soft sullenness of spring. You're imagining things, he tells himself, though deep down he knows that can't be. She's gone. But as his unusually dark pelt stains an even darker, inky black from the moisture that permeates his skin, as he loses himself again to the rhythmic pounding of pain on the canopy overhead, he cannot help but to hope that he will find her again. OFFSPRING
RE: awake my soul | isle - isle - 03-06-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle RE: awake my soul | isle - Offspring - 03-08-2016 lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all. but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
The thunder rumbles closer now, echoing against the hollowed out trees and their thin, fragile foliage - it echoes in his ears, overwhelming him and bathing him in a cloak of disorienting noise. He closed his eyes at once, ignoring the thick droplets of water that glide along his forehead and tangled themselves in between his long lashes. He breathes slowly, listening to the sky overhead reflect the way his own mind had felt in the weeks preceding. His every thought had been a tumultuous, dangerous wreck, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of the insanity he had once suffered years ago. Loneliness could be buried, but it was only a matter of time until it would resurface. He had withdrawn from all, keeping only to himself during the warm months of new beginnings. While new life was being born into the open, broad meadows and fields around him, he felt suffocated; strangled by the punishing, constant reminder of his own solitary existence. It was most difficult during this time of year. It stirred up anger, desperation and desolation, causing his usual stoic existence to become overwrought with emotion he simply was not able to control. Every gentle bleat of new life reminded him of the many children he had lost and outlived; of the many grandchildren he had failed and left behind. He wondered where many of them were now, but deep down, there was a certain finality to his age that plagued him. Deep down, he knew they were all dead. They had to be. Nothing he had ever loved survived to even a fraction of what he had - and of those who may have, he abandoned them, leaving a rotting, decaying part of his heart alone until the end of his days. Whenever that may be. If they ever will be. The loneliness had been buried so long that it had pent up the force of a thousand hurricanes in a single blow, drenching him in misery and woe as he rested his hipbone against an old pine, resting for a moment as his heart ached and he surrendered to the storm. His coal-stained pelt was now soaked through and through, and tears could not be easily seen amidst the streaks of rain that mar his coat, but they felt hot and searing against his flesh. He lowered his head, his chest heaving slowly as he allows himself to melt in with his surroundings. He is alone now, and after holding back for so long, he begins to unravel. Though he had experienced only a brief brush with her in the landscape of his endless lifetime, she had carried such weight on him that he was certain he might buckle beneath the burden of her affection. Her soft lips and gentle kisses still burned in his mind, and her swift exit reminded him of all of the things he had once had, eventually lost and could not find again. Suddenly, a sharp crack awakens him from his emotional nightmare, his dark red eyes staring into the shadows with a scorching ferocity. He seeks the source of the sound, only to find his breath drawn sharply from his lungs - the abrupt rush of cold air burns, but he holds his composure. He studies her hard. Her beautiful, burnt sienna pelt was as drenched as his own, but her eyes glimmered with the same alluring glow that had drawn him to her in the very beginning, as it does now. The gentle curve of her hip and the slope of her spine remind him of her beauty, but something is taken away by the stark appearance of her skin so tightly pulled against the soft lines of her ribcage. He moves closer, slow at first as if he is uncertain of her (another dream? A figment of his imagination, illustrated by sharp strokes of lightning and diluted vision?), but at once, her scent envelopes him once more. It presses past the thick scent of pine and precipitation, reminding him of the same flora and fauna aroma that had remained on his skin for days after her presence had gone. It reminds him of something bigger and deeper than himself, and he closes the space in between them. "Isle," his usually bold baritone rumbles and cracks beneath the pressure - his eyes still burn with his sorrow. "I thought I might never see you again. Then, he draws her closer to him, moving close and pressing his broad chestplate to her own as he drapes his neck along the nape of her own, pressing his nose against the soft shape of her spine as he inhales her scent deeply and ignores the soft tingle of its dampness. OFFSPRING
RE: awake my soul | isle - isle - 03-09-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle RE: awake my soul | isle - Offspring - 03-12-2016 lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all. but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
The rain does not stop - it seems to grow heavier in weight, louder in its entrenching echo and colder in its glacial texture - pounding unforgivably onto their bare selves, though he can feel nothing but her warmth and hear nothing but her beating heart intertwined with hers. He closed his thick lashes over his darkening eyes as he embraces her, savoring the feel of her against him, languishing in the scent that lingers entangled in her soft, dark tresses. He inhales deeply, his breath hot against her neck as the sound of the pouring rain begins to fade away. There is nothing but her, but the taste of her skin and the soft sound of her breathing and her words fall weak and prey to the impeding storm. When she finally withdraws from him, a harsh reality strikes him like the unwavering crackle of a single lightning bolt, causing his crimson gaze to bore into her imploring, pleadingly. The sorrow that had lingered in his eyes mere moments before seeing her had returned, with a depth that knew no end. No, she said. No? The pain that laces through the single syllable wraps itself around his heart, constricting it tightly within the taut confines of his rib cage, strangling it, suffocating it. His breath his caught in his throat, and for a moment, he begins to feel himself unraveling once more. She hesitates, and then, Don't you see I'm trying to spare you this burden? "Burden?" His voice is a deep but dull roar against the deafening prowess of the storm. "Is that was this is; what you see me as - what you see yourself as? You heard me," A crack interrupts his thought, his throat drying in spite of the trickling dampness that trails down along his chest, drenching his forelock and dribbling off of his limbs onto the moist soil. "you heard me, and you came - why did you come, Isle? You cannot deny that a part of you, however small, wanted this - you cannot leave so easily this time. I will not let you. I cannot let you." He breathes heavily; his chest is swelling with a stinging, stabbing sensation of anguish that he cannot stop. He cannot explain the draw he has to her, and he refuses to try. He only knows that he has searched for her, for days, for weeks and months on end, and here she was, so fragile and delicate and beautiful that he cannot possibly fathom a way to express himself in a way that will make her understand. She cannot go; he cannot bear for her to disappear into the thicket. Not like this. A brief touch, and gone again. She speaks again, her own voice drenched in frustration as she desperately wills him to understand, but he does not, he will not. Tell me, she whispers so softly, he very nearly cannot hear her. how would you feel if someday I slipped. How would you feel if one day I knew all of your secrets. He had so many, he was certain that she could reach and search for years upon end and never find what is most deeply stowed away - but if she were to see his past, the various memories that had been locked away, or the distraught, pained emotional torment he endured for so long, it would destroy her. He had willed such terrible things to seclusion for reason, and it would break her, as it had once broken him, but she is so fragile, like glass, and he cradles her gently at the surface of his mind. He cannot let her in, but refuses to let her go. His eyes meet hers, the fire fading to a slow simmer as he searches her own stunning, seeing eyes with renewed desire. His lips tracing along the bridge of her muzzle as he tastes the faint sweetness of fresh rain and pine, his cheek sliding to rest against hers, and he pulls her close again. If he is to live an eternity without her, he will bask in her sensuality, fear and uncertainty, and hold her near until the end of his days - if they ever were to pass. After a while, the most violent, tumultuous wave of the storm begins to ebb away, leaving a gentle mist of droplets in its midst. In the distance, the thunder rumbles still, though the only thing he can will himself to hear is her. "It is a risk I am willing to take; stay. Stay with me, even for only tonight," His usual abyssal tone fades into something of a sweet whisper pressed against her ear as he longs to hold her close. "It is all I ask. Let us have this night. Don't go - not yet." OFFSPRING
RE: awake my soul | isle - isle - 03-13-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle RE: awake my soul | isle - Offspring - 03-13-2016 lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all. but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
He can see the way her face falls, her eyes soften with unshed tears and her expression as it contorts into one of anguish and he immediately repents. He draws her forward with a gentle kiss from his whiskered mouth, his lashes then pressing softly against her cheek. He did not mean to strike out in verbal anger; he has no one to be angry at but himself - but he could not, would not let her go again. Her words echo quietly in his mind, which is heavy with guilt-drenched thoughts and unspoken words that ached to be released from their imprisonment. He mulls to himself for a long moment, savoring the salty sweet taste of her skin as she whispers feebly against his own. Her laughter is wry and without humor, and his dark eyes bore into hers once more as she seeks his, silently pleading. He holds her tightly then, wrapping himself around her easily as his massive stature drapes carefully over the shadow of her petite, feminine body. He cradles her near, relishing the way her breath catches in her throat with emotion and the sound of her heart pounding in perfect rhythm with his own. Tracing soft kisses along the length of her neck and the peak of her spine, he lavishes her in affection, which he has so craved to give her since the very moment he had met her. She shivers beneath his touch, eliciting an emotion from the pit of his darkened soul that he had not felt in so very long. It washed over him as the rain had done to the land, overwhelming, incensing and inviting. He can feel her arch to his touch, and he knows then that he is coming undone at the very seams. Her own voice drops down to a level so low, he has to lean in closer to hear her, and soon he has circled her and come around to her side. Side by side, they are a sight - his stature dwarfs her sweet frame, but somehow she fits perfectly into his side, her neck nestling against the bottom of his shoulder and her forelock tickles along his jawline. He drops his eyes down to her for a moment as he tenderly leans down and tucks the bridge of his nose beneath her jaw. His kisses trail along her sensitive skin as her shivering voice evokes a burning fire deep within. He wants tonight, he wants forever. "There is nothing better than you, Isle - there is only you," He said softly, deliberately, his teeth gently grazing her neck as he leans back to taste her copper skin once more, nostrils buried into her withers as he inhales her essence deeply. "I have a darkness too; yours cannot ward me off. I want you, and every secret you keep, however insidious .. if you will take mine." His voice drops low for a moment - he knows what such an idea will mean for him; what it will mean for her. If she knew even a fragment of his life, it would splinter her heart into many pieces, all of which he would lovingly mend with intimate touches and soft caresses. He can withhold from her, or so he hopes. His lips begin to trail down, and delicately he presses his lips to her withers, feeling her shake beneath him. The rain has since gone away, shrouding them in a warm fog of late summer, enveloping them in its uncomfortable warmth as sweat draws to the surface. His muscles ripple slightly beneath his damp, taut coat as he shifts back, holding her close to him once again. He watches her and waits until her stunning eyes meet his own, and then, "I have never been more sure of anything, Isle. Stay with me, for a night or a thousand nights. I am undeserving of you - but I want you, if you will have me." OFFSPRING
RE: awake my soul | isle - isle - 03-14-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle RE: awake my soul | isle - Offspring - 03-14-2016 lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all. but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
He can feel her trembling against him, and for a moment he worries, concerned he has pressed his fragile dove too far with his tender caresses and pressing kisses. He has grown a need for her that stirs deeply within the pit of his being, evoking a lust that speaks of more than simple carnal desires but at the core, they are just that. He admires her shapely curves, her glimmering eyes - which upon a second glance speak of the same deep seated desires that he too feels bubbling at the surface, simmering and rising to a heated boil. She whispers for him, begs for him, but he resists. There is still too much to say and the evening is theirs. He traces her jawline with his lips, tasting her again and he is certain he has never tasted something so sweet before. Her eyes bore into his once more as she promises herself to him in ways he knew would eventually lead to a crumbling heart, a broken soul, a shattered being - but she is worth the risk, she is worth any risk, and he swallows the anxiety that dwells within his mind. He pushes the thought away, willing it to be buried with the darkest of his secrets, not wanting her to see the way his mind trembles as her body does. In his solace, he might linger on the thought, but within her presence it is imperative to protect her from such ill worries. I want every part of you, she urges, and he believes her. He wants every part of her too, though he does not say it aloud - he doesn't have to. His lips and teeth say it for him as he trails a hot, blazing string of kisses along her damp skin. He can feel her heart pound and her blood pulse beneath her pelt, which is painted a brilliant burnt sienna that reminds him of desert clay after a long, thunderous storm. His gaze trails off as she pressed her teeth against him, eliciting an unrestrained groan from the depths of his throat. She has found his weakness, and his flesh tingles and burns where she had just released him. His darkened red eyes meet with hers as she forcefully insists that he see as an equal, or worse yet, beneath him, but he cannot - not as her pearly incisors tease and bite into his sinewy flesh again, his body aflame with desire he was beginning to have some difficulty controlling. It had been a long while, so long, since he had been with anyone so intimately, and he would not allow himself to fall prey to it so soon. She promised him tonight, and many more nights, but life was nothing if not unfair. He would bathe with her beneath the thick canopy and shadows of dusk and dawn, paint her a thousand times with his eyes as he engraves the starkly stunning image of her in his mind to keep for all of eternity. He had known love before, but this was something else together entirely and he had never feel so enraptured with another as he did her. From the moment of their first touch, he had been wound up around her, desperate for her, craving her voice and her touch and her heart. He exposed his jawline to her, allowing her to press her soft whiskered kisses to it, before glancing down again to meet his gaze with her own. She asks him a question, one that reminds him of the turmoil he had felt since she had gone away. The unknown was something he had been long acquainted with, but there had been something definitively torturous and destructive in losing her. She had stirred a part of him that had been dormant for so long, and another part of him that had never seen the light of day. He studied her for a long moment, his eyes lustful and tender and pained, and then, "I waited for you, for days." He pauses, forcing himself to draw away from the shadowing memories that followed, hiding away from them as he nibbled gently at her withers. He knew if she could see his eyes again, she would see into them and see the anguish that had lingered there until the moment he had set eyes on her again. He could not explain it, but there was an inexplicable pull to her. Fate, one might say, for he had not ever come across anyone like her and he was certain he never would again. He draw her close then, a possessively movement, the edge of his broad chest plate pressed against her shoulder as he curved his thick neck to drape and nuzzle the crest of her own. "I searched for so long, but you were gone. I began to wonder if you had ever been there at all, if maybe I had lost myself in a dream .. and now you're here, and if you were to leave again, I would never stop searching for you." His voice drops to a murmur, his lips touching her ear gently. "I would search until the end of my days." An end that would never come. OFFSPRING
RE: awake my soul | isle - isle - 03-17-2016 hold my hand, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river Isle |