for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
When he smiles that barbed wire smile Kensa wants to tear it off his face. All the fractured emotions and all the pain between them and he smiles. If he would just leave she could shed the tears burning behind her unblinking topaz eyes. She no longer considers letting the water carry her away, cannot bring herself to flee from him again when he seems to mock her fury with his predator’s grin.
Ivar’s name pulls the smile from his face, at least to some degree, proof that her blow had landed. It isn’t enough to satisfy her desire to dismantle him just a little, make him feel something besides the anger and jealousy she thought she was reading on him. She regrets even bothering to elaborate on the nature of her relationship with the Kelpie patriarch. It would have been better to let him think she is under another man’s sway, maybe then he’d leave.
I don’t want him to leave.
She is chest to chest with him though, a solid wall of feminine fury. Her neck is arched high and tight and her nostrils flare to fill with his scent accompanied by the sage tang of Loess. Litotes is not cowed, but smiles with a delicious darkness that she would find appealing if she didn’t feel like she still had blood streaming down her pretty white leg. If she weren’t so ready to fight. She’d hear her name if he so much as breathed it at this proximity, the husky rumble stings and she shudders when he drags his teeth against the tender flesh of her gold-rimmed ear. She gives him her own warning as he presses his lips against her neck. “Lie.” Her voice is tremulous but there is no sound of surrender in her tone.
Teeth sink against her neck and the fire in her belly flares up from its embers. The chestnut throws her chin up furiously, striking out at him with a foreleg but they are too close for a blow to land. Jerking herself free of him she side steps in a spray of cold water and a clatter of hooves on stone. “Don’t.” Kensa snarls, ears pinned into her wild blonde locks and topaz eyes molten as she turns to face him from upstream just outside the limits of his reach. She is breathing in that short fast way, like they are in throws of passion, and though her features shift like she might say something Kensa instead hurls herself at the cremello stallion. Whether she slams into his shoulder or he steps free she swings her hips around to kick at him, they are side by side now and she snaps at the silver snowflakes on his face her teeth closing without making contact with his skin...its the only restraint she can manage.
Fury and frustration. Kensa’s heart is pounding when she reaches her muzzle back toward Litotes’ again, tense, inhaling as he exhales. The meadow seems full of the sound of their breathing. “How dare you touch me.” Breathy, angry, even as she brushes her lips over his. A kiss that ends in her teeth trying to draw blood from his silvery lip.
@[litotes]
