For a second I wish for the safety of my pool. There, the demons that lived within, could surface at any time. Freeing me of this potential threat that lingers nearer with each step. I am not naive though and know when to pick my battles. This is not one I would chose to fight.
His movement to me and a flash of something dangerous, lines his face for a brief moment. It's fleeting and I am left to wonder why it comes and goes. But I have no time to dwell on it when his muzzle touches mine and I am asked to explain myself further.
Did I drown him? I've asked myself this question a many of times and I have only come o one conclusion. "Yes," the confession slips almost seductively from my lips when I look up to meet his golden gaze. Did I want to drown him? That was an even more conflicting question, but still the answer was the same. I do not give it though. Choosing instead to run my lips down along his shoulder. Feeling the slick scales beneath my own. Something here catches my eye and I brush my muzzle over the scarred tissue. "What happened here?" I wonder aloud in a soft almost whisper...