08-13-2016, 11:42 PM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
He flinches; a nearly imperceptible shiver crawls along the rivets of his spinal column as the muscles beneath his marred flesh tense and roll underneath. The tension remains, just as the stiff soreness in the very heart of his tendons does, and his mind drifts away to that inexplicably tiring, emotionally wrought day. The air had been thick with the warmth of summer's onset, and yet his frost (oh, how he missed the constant caress of ice crystals against his too-hot skin) had kept him comfortable as his body battered against another for another empty and fruitless cause.
His heart clenches upon the memory of metallic blood lingering in the air; his eyes flicker with suppressed rage at the memory of his body tingling so painfully from the after effects of a poison he had only barely managed to fight off of him.
It had been a terrible day - a wretched day, indeed.
"I was, yes." He murmurs, his voice laced with something much more dark and sinister than in previously spoken syllables. His eyes avert now, avoiding the prying gaze of the alluring being standing before him - instead, he falls into a lulling trance with the wavering tendrils that wrap so adoringly around him, both a part of him and yet something entirely sentient. Their heartbeats thump, thump, thump, echoing gently in his own mind and his own heartbeat begins to pick up its pace, pounding in his ears as his eyes meet his once more.
A part of you too.
"Me?" He breathes, almost disbelievingly, but the raw magic that had been left in broken remnants had been unmistakable - the air crackled with it, long after the sky had lit up and burst with energy, ending the life of several and drawing in the presence of many more.
His words lay heavy in his mind. Though his whiskered lips had never touched his body, though no carnal desire had been claimed between he and the mysteriously enticing Michaelis, creation had occurred.
Could it be?
Could they be?
Gently, one reaches out to touch him, its heartbeat tangling with his own.
And his own very nearly stops.
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA