and i can still remember just the way you taste; ciri

[Ciri]

all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was

There is no recognition on his tongue when he responds to her but still she is wary even as he closes the gap between them. Her muscles tighten beneath her scarred skin and she flinches slightly when his nose connects to her skin, her silver eyes wild as her head turns to meet his own bright ones. There is panic there in her gaze, a sense of being lost that hadn’t been there before. That rising anger threatens to break inside of her as she inhales sharply, looking at him as her expression turns to unexpected rage. Yet his breath is warm against her taunt hip and as she breathes him in, she recognizes his scent and a sharp gasp escapes her as he questions her thoughts, turning her head away. Ashamed.

“Death.” She whispers, unable to lie to the dragon and feeling strangely comforted by his gruffness that reverberates across her smoky flesh. That comfort reminds her of things that had been lost, things that she would never get back. Like her innocence. Or blissful ignorance of what she had thought she was until the Curse had ripped that from her too. She drifts from him but it is only so that she can finally turn to face him, exposing the savage markings across her legs and the brutal remains of what Gale had done to her chest.

“How did you become a dragon, Lior?” She asks him out of nowhere, the silver threads of her eyes beginning to spin quickly as she feels the harsh burn of anger flare within her. This slickness that spills from that tainted connection to her stars and begins to infest the rest of her, feeding on her need to not feel so fucking weak and useless.

-- Ciri

Image by Phil Botha

@Lior