let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
There was something wrong with Warrick.
They had spent the entirety of the afternoon together, in perfectly respectable company, and yet, as the sun was setting, she was noticing that his eyes were getting heavier, and he was more hesitant to take his eyes away from her. He was getting closer to her, touching her with with a wing, or with the point of his shoulder, or his soft lips--the rich velveteen that had brushed the crest of her cheek, the head of which she still felt every time she looked at those eyes. He exhuded cool, and yet she found his bright blues singed her every time they bored into her, or whenever he raked his gaze against her body. And for a child born of smoke and magic with red eyes, that was saying something.
He speaks, an easiness to him as he seems to relax further into their conversation. Talks of politics clearly put to rest for the moment, but there was another note to his words as well. His words were rushed, almost breathy—caviat that said he was inwardly pleased that she had chosen to stay in Tephra. Why would she go anywhere else? She had given him no indication otherwise. Her heart was in Tephra... and right now, the beating effigy of that was staring her in the face. She shivers, reiterating the decreasing temperature of the falling sun as it cascaded warm red light on Tephra, almost lighting the volcano up. Tephra's real glory was in its summer nights and the way the trails of the ever-flowing volcano gave them the constant glow and warmth of its heat. Even so, Ceara was unconscionably cold here In the deeper water.
Warrick noticed her discomfort, and he presses close to her, urging her to follow him to the shallows, closer to where the magma was flowing. Lets go then he says, moving to warmer, more shallow water. He lifts his wings out, and then lifts his head his wet mane falling in distracting tangled masse around his face, giving him a wild look as he eyed the black and velvet colored girl. She smiled, her eye lids lowering. She walks up to him then, and presses herself into his side as she smiles. Easy. Relaxed. Her warm honey rich voice rises from her mouth to his ears, and she rises up, moving his haphazard forelock out of his face so she could better see his face. "You are so beautiful, Warrick. Especially as wild as you currently are."
She sighed contentedly
"Let's go then."
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation