11-17-2018, 02:11 AM
He is not harsh the way most dark creatures are. Something about his golden eyes are soft, and she finds that she can’t stop looking at him. She does not often wonder what others are thinking, and she certainly has not wondered what they think of her, but when she levels her dark brown eyes with his, she is suddenly self-conscious. Like so many in this land, he is unique and remarkable, and then, there is her; pretty but plain, with no quick tongue or anything else that set her apart from the rest. She was used to blending in and fading to black.
She may as well have been one of his shadows that he controlled so easily.
For some reason, his whispered response makes her heart flutter — a feeling she wasn’t used to. Her range of emotion was fairly limited for one that was genuinely kind and amicable. She loved her daughter more than anything in this world, and she cared for some such as Leilan and even Breckin more than she did most. But love, like that, was not high on her list of priorities; it didn’t even make the list, truthfully. She didn’t interact with others in hopes to find love or romance; she simply grew tired of being alone, and only hoped to find someone that found her tolerable. It was why it had been so easy for her to raise Chryseis with Leilan and never feel a thread of jealousy over the idea that he was not, and never would be hers.
Ether stirs something else, ever so slight that it may be. It was enough for her to notice, even if she cannot pinpoint exactly what it is. She just knows she cannot stop watching the way his skin has become its own darkness, a cloak of abyss that spills over his muscles, and how she can’t stop thinking about how she wants to reach out and touch him again. He is watching her, like he is waiting for her to do or say something, and for a moment her breathing stills, and her muscles grow tense, because she isn’t sure what he expects of her.
But then he looks to the empty space next her, and soundlessly it is as though reality itself parts like a curtain, revealing the endless dark.
There are few things that excite her, that make her brown eyes glitter like stars, but when she looks to him her black lips hold a smile that simmers with a quiet enthusiasm. ”Where will this take us?” She is alongside him now, her voice a hushed tone near his shoulder, feeling the coolness that radiates from him. She can’t help but to let her soft muzzle once more brush against his skin, lingering where her voice had whispered moments before. ”I’ll follow you,” The words are murmured against him, and her gaze shifts momentarily to the aperture he had created, but not for long; she was always drawn back to his golden eyes glowing like lanterns in the dark.
@[Ether]
She may as well have been one of his shadows that he controlled so easily.
For some reason, his whispered response makes her heart flutter — a feeling she wasn’t used to. Her range of emotion was fairly limited for one that was genuinely kind and amicable. She loved her daughter more than anything in this world, and she cared for some such as Leilan and even Breckin more than she did most. But love, like that, was not high on her list of priorities; it didn’t even make the list, truthfully. She didn’t interact with others in hopes to find love or romance; she simply grew tired of being alone, and only hoped to find someone that found her tolerable. It was why it had been so easy for her to raise Chryseis with Leilan and never feel a thread of jealousy over the idea that he was not, and never would be hers.
Ether stirs something else, ever so slight that it may be. It was enough for her to notice, even if she cannot pinpoint exactly what it is. She just knows she cannot stop watching the way his skin has become its own darkness, a cloak of abyss that spills over his muscles, and how she can’t stop thinking about how she wants to reach out and touch him again. He is watching her, like he is waiting for her to do or say something, and for a moment her breathing stills, and her muscles grow tense, because she isn’t sure what he expects of her.
But then he looks to the empty space next her, and soundlessly it is as though reality itself parts like a curtain, revealing the endless dark.
There are few things that excite her, that make her brown eyes glitter like stars, but when she looks to him her black lips hold a smile that simmers with a quiet enthusiasm. ”Where will this take us?” She is alongside him now, her voice a hushed tone near his shoulder, feeling the coolness that radiates from him. She can’t help but to let her soft muzzle once more brush against his skin, lingering where her voice had whispered moments before. ”I’ll follow you,” The words are murmured against him, and her gaze shifts momentarily to the aperture he had created, but not for long; she was always drawn back to his golden eyes glowing like lanterns in the dark.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]