11-29-2018, 03:14 AM
She doesn’t know why, but she trembles every time he touches her. He sends a wave of heat that washes over her like a full-body blush, and that makes her heartbeat quicken in her chest. She doesn’t know if he notices, and there is a small part of her that isn’t concerned even if he does; she is so confused by this new, foreign feeling that she isn’t sure if she should be hiding it. But she thinks it would be impossible for him to not notice how she shivers in response to his muzzle against her neck, and that he must know it is not out of fear when her reaction is to lean closer rather than pull away.
Gray light filters through, then, dim, but not at all dreary. It brings a small smile to her face, for she knows it was only done for her; she is sure he can find his way easily in his darkness.
She feels it again, the warmth that spreads like fire in her veins and fans across her skin as his lips play with the strands of her mane, occasionally finding the smoothness of her black coat. Her own lips have been lingering over the slope of his shoulder, feeling the way his cool, shadowed skin flows over muscle and bone. But she can feel the way he stills at her question, and she lifts from him, regarding his quiet gaze carefully. Her delicate head tilts a moment, noting his frown, and her lips brush gently against the curve of his cheek as she says into the hush of darkness, ”I think it’s lovely.” Far lovelier than anywhere else.
She tears her gaze from him as the curtain of shadow is pulled back, and once again she catches herself staring in wonder. They are still hidden in darkness, but she can smell the salt of the sea, can hear the waves as they crash against the jagged cliffs. She knows Chryseis is there, her pretty, gold-blazed daughter, and even though it tugs at her heart, so does something — someone — else. ”Not yet,” she says as her eyes turn back to him, her heart beating a quick cadence, the way it has so many times since the beginning of their meeting. ”You’re different from everyone else,” she says as she closes the space between them, searching his golden eyes — so close but not yet touching him again — as she wonders out loud, ”Why?” She isn’t implying that he is different because of his gift; he is different for her, the way he makes her feel and react. He is different, in such a new and wonderful way, and she isn’t ready to leave their shadow haven for the real world just yet.
@[Ether]
Gray light filters through, then, dim, but not at all dreary. It brings a small smile to her face, for she knows it was only done for her; she is sure he can find his way easily in his darkness.
She feels it again, the warmth that spreads like fire in her veins and fans across her skin as his lips play with the strands of her mane, occasionally finding the smoothness of her black coat. Her own lips have been lingering over the slope of his shoulder, feeling the way his cool, shadowed skin flows over muscle and bone. But she can feel the way he stills at her question, and she lifts from him, regarding his quiet gaze carefully. Her delicate head tilts a moment, noting his frown, and her lips brush gently against the curve of his cheek as she says into the hush of darkness, ”I think it’s lovely.” Far lovelier than anywhere else.
She tears her gaze from him as the curtain of shadow is pulled back, and once again she catches herself staring in wonder. They are still hidden in darkness, but she can smell the salt of the sea, can hear the waves as they crash against the jagged cliffs. She knows Chryseis is there, her pretty, gold-blazed daughter, and even though it tugs at her heart, so does something — someone — else. ”Not yet,” she says as her eyes turn back to him, her heart beating a quick cadence, the way it has so many times since the beginning of their meeting. ”You’re different from everyone else,” she says as she closes the space between them, searching his golden eyes — so close but not yet touching him again — as she wonders out loud, ”Why?” She isn’t implying that he is different because of his gift; he is different for her, the way he makes her feel and react. He is different, in such a new and wonderful way, and she isn’t ready to leave their shadow haven for the real world just yet.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]