09-07-2017, 07:28 PM
THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
He is apparently not very subtle. She scoffs, flipping that gorgeous tail of hers and showing off those spots to their best advantage, but her voice is what really sets him off. See something you like? Yes. Yes he did. That voice was like a cold slap that banked against the side of the river… he could practically hear the ice cracking between them with the tension of it.
Grimdark raised his handsome head and turned to look at her. His stomach forgotten for the timebeing, he suddenly makes the decision to no longer hide his lust. His eyes rove over the slope of her shoulder and the curve of her flank. The way her skin was taut against her coiled muscles, like a cat poised to strike, and yet somehow graceful and fierce at the same time. He makes no pretense of her in that moment. He has never had a need to be false.
And he won’t be now.
But he does not move. From his place in the snow, his steely silver eyes look upon her coldly, but with appreciation nonetheless. He does not know his past—nor that their ancestors had had entanglements. He has no need for what is behind… all that he sees is what is before him, and right now, that is her. The wind begins to blow, carrying with it the snow and wafting it around their bodies, swirling it together, lifting and taking away his mane with it, away from his face and behind him.
His corded muscles wind tightly in his chest, and in his inexperience he is unaware of the picture he presents to her. He does not know that his large body is similarly representative of someone who had once loved and been loved so deeply that it had driven them both insane… and had driven one of them to their depths on the beach. Opehlia’s offspring had sprung forth and created this creature standing before him, just as history had created Grimdark for her.
They were oil and water. Kryptonite.
And yet both capable of setting the other on fire.
What the future would bring, only time would tell.
Grim looks to unknown winged mare, his expression revealing nothing, and he speaks, his voice deep and gravelly from lack of use. “A simple hello would have sufficed.”
His eyes continue to wander her body, like illict fingertips tracing her spine. He was certainly feeling her. But was she feeling him?
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure