01-02-2017, 03:11 PM
He closes his eyes to her.
He shuts out her image at the rejection of his warmth, of his endearing touch. The dark man has not troubled himself with such a burden as this woman before. Her lack of reciprocal response sends cold tendrils deep into his depths. He did not need much...a gentle tap, a playful nip, a simple caress would melt and mold him. For many years after the rape by his father, had left him broken and dying. He fought for so long to remain nothing more than a gasping carcass but one day he mustered the last of his will to fix what was broken. He tended to himself, growing and filling where once bloody flanks and patchy hair stretched like the land of Pangea. Lior had allowed himself to live, to try again.
But Nayl, and her dismissal of his lips, reminds him of his inability to be caressed, his undeserving and unmet need to feel desired. A slow inhale draws his chest out as he falls deaf to Nayl. She may be Queen. Lovely, immortal, pure. But he had chosen to allow her to rule him. Lids lift to reveal the new hardened steel of his eyes. Nayl assists to build the wall he had dared to lower.
Lobes catch her words as they tip toed between his ears, the bone cage in his chest. "No. " He responds with the single word to her question, flat and distant. But he was, after all, loyal in return for her offer of a home...but not her bed.
Heavy hooves shift his weight to return his attention back to the ocean with its rhythmic dance and glinting sun. Behind him was the crevasses and cooks of the caves. Lior would make his home there till Nayl chose otherwise...if ever.
He shuts out her image at the rejection of his warmth, of his endearing touch. The dark man has not troubled himself with such a burden as this woman before. Her lack of reciprocal response sends cold tendrils deep into his depths. He did not need much...a gentle tap, a playful nip, a simple caress would melt and mold him. For many years after the rape by his father, had left him broken and dying. He fought for so long to remain nothing more than a gasping carcass but one day he mustered the last of his will to fix what was broken. He tended to himself, growing and filling where once bloody flanks and patchy hair stretched like the land of Pangea. Lior had allowed himself to live, to try again.
But Nayl, and her dismissal of his lips, reminds him of his inability to be caressed, his undeserving and unmet need to feel desired. A slow inhale draws his chest out as he falls deaf to Nayl. She may be Queen. Lovely, immortal, pure. But he had chosen to allow her to rule him. Lids lift to reveal the new hardened steel of his eyes. Nayl assists to build the wall he had dared to lower.
Lobes catch her words as they tip toed between his ears, the bone cage in his chest. "No. " He responds with the single word to her question, flat and distant. But he was, after all, loyal in return for her offer of a home...but not her bed.
Heavy hooves shift his weight to return his attention back to the ocean with its rhythmic dance and glinting sun. Behind him was the crevasses and cooks of the caves. Lior would make his home there till Nayl chose otherwise...if ever.