Blackbird singing in the dead of night...[Any]

[Grimdark]

THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN

The use of a nickname is foreign on unfamiliar lips, and Grimdark fails to respond to it the way he thought he would. He actually smiles. "Grim sounds perfect. Though a bit dark." And then they had touched, it had actually been he that had bumped into her, and not the other way around. The draw of Nerine was one that called to the inner side of him. The way it hooked out to the sea like a scythe. Death and Time and the way the peninsula bent to the erosion of the beach and the white cliffs. The dunes and the sea grasses were perfect - everything about Nerine was perfect. So much more than his place at the River Delta. He had always found his existence was one akin to Limbo - a purgatory that left his soul stranded. He did not know his place in this world, and his exposure to others was so foreign that it was a surprise every time he came into contact with someone else.

Isobell was the greatest surprise of them all. Her body seemed strained. She wanted to touch him, to get closer to him. The very way she looked at him, her eyes rolling of her body as if she were a predator and he her prey. Grimdark did not know his own desirability - he was just a simple man from an island a world away from here. The way her scales glistened in the sunlight - her body made of liquid perfection that smelled like the sea...

It made him hard in ways he had previously been unaware of. Aware of his large angled body, and the way it could fit with hers. And yet, there was an elasticity to Isobell. She wanted him, and yet, she was keeping them apart. Something was on her mind, and as they walked around her Kingdom, he could tell she was getting more agitated. As if she needed to be somewhere.

And so, he bumps into her one more time. To feel her scales against him. "I am sorry, Isobell. I believe you are getting most clumsy in your old age." A joke? Possibly. And yet, it felt forced, and Grimdark staves off a laugh as he turns his focus somewhere else. He did not know what he wanted. He almost guffawed instead, his eyes turned out to the sea, looking back to where they had come from.

"This has eased my heart as well, Isobell. Thank you for suggesting that I stay with you for a time."

GRIMDARK

deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

"Hm" She gives a small thoughtful nod to his remark as she had not considered the word that shortened his name. Perhaps she could recant her offer and use his full title. She is not quite sure if he is making a dig but the calmness in his inky eyes spoke otherwise.

The silver eyed mare allows a small smile to warm her dark lips as she looks over Nerine but the occasional slip of a glance to her companion. She is proud of the sea salt lands though he mother had been the one to make it to greatness. Isobell would never take the credit of the iron queen but she would happily explain the history of hos it came to be to any inquiring mind.

Isobell had not expected them to be clutched in a moment so soon and intimate. The mare would not lie and say it was not an entirely unwelcomed brush of warm skin against her scaled body. She had only ever known a single stallion and his methods of love were rather...violent. She did not realize that he looked at her in  a wave other than bloodlust. But, she pushes it all away and chocks it up as a moment of folly and a loose soil.

It happens again.

The painted woman curves her neck to look at him directly with liquid steel eyes. She lets the moment last before a coy smirk tugs at the edges of her lips The woman listens as he gives her a lovely, polite 'thank you' and it is all said and well and painfully proper. The kelpie mare inclines her head toward with quicksilver fire dancing in them. Her lips are parted as she leans her head closer to his neck, breath slow, and then suddenly (with the most intent, no accident this time) clips the thickness of his neck, "Tag!" -she laughs loudly before the slender form is move past him down the path with a streaming tail. At least this gave way to explaining the need to be near another despite their differences (or lack there of really). Isobell knows he does not know this land but judging by the way his muscles ripple beneath his coat and the small marks over his skin, he would fare well enough in the salt and sea lands..