05-29-2015, 02:17 PM
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Ivory terra firma flies about her as she moves, never stopping in her sashay, her whimsical dance. Orbs watch the stud careful and deliberate. He has wings. Marvellous, gigantic wings. An angel with the devil's eyes and words. Femme fatale was waiting for him to say something, anything. She just wanted to dance under his spell, his words. But she, she would get him to dance with her and she does. As she moves he does, his ivory wings transfixing her to him.
Alas. No herd. No family. No home.
Lady of darkness whispers with a smirk, a glint in her cerulean orbs of wonder and mesmerise. angsty inside at the sadness she does not let it betray her. she will dance, she will dazzle the stud with her elegance and she will win him.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
If you're the one right there waiting... You could catch me.
Her velvets part and more honey and lace fall out and she nods her arabesque crown and slinks closer, flicking her plume over his side she squelches in the snow and she answers him again.
If you can.
He utters his words, he calls her pet and she finds it like the snowflakes touching her bodice with butterfly kisses. Slow and deliberate and kindly enticing.
Nier. Master Nier, I'm certain you enchant all the ladies.
Her lashes are like butterflies against her facade as she moves closer, appendages dancing like the grounds in inferno.
Or am I the lucky one today?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Ivory terra firma flies about her as she moves, never stopping in her sashay, her whimsical dance. Orbs watch the stud careful and deliberate. He has wings. Marvellous, gigantic wings. An angel with the devil's eyes and words. Femme fatale was waiting for him to say something, anything. She just wanted to dance under his spell, his words. But she, she would get him to dance with her and she does. As she moves he does, his ivory wings transfixing her to him.
Alas. No herd. No family. No home.
Lady of darkness whispers with a smirk, a glint in her cerulean orbs of wonder and mesmerise. angsty inside at the sadness she does not let it betray her. she will dance, she will dazzle the stud with her elegance and she will win him.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
If you're the one right there waiting... You could catch me.
Her velvets part and more honey and lace fall out and she nods her arabesque crown and slinks closer, flicking her plume over his side she squelches in the snow and she answers him again.
If you can.
He utters his words, he calls her pet and she finds it like the snowflakes touching her bodice with butterfly kisses. Slow and deliberate and kindly enticing.
Nier. Master Nier, I'm certain you enchant all the ladies.
Her lashes are like butterflies against her facade as she moves closer, appendages dancing like the grounds in inferno.
Or am I the lucky one today?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..