12-07-2018, 11:27 PM
The way his touch drags along the top of her neck makes her muscles twitch, as though for a second she was debating trying to flee. Running was her first reaction to most things; from her nightmares, from danger. And yet in this case, the things she had fled had chased her into the jaws of something far more terrifying — something that she wasn’t going to just wake up from.
Already mine, his words echo in her ears, and she can feel the heat as it rushes from her body — when for just a moment, her heart stops. Before she can react, his teeth grasp the tangled threads of her mane, roughly jerking her closer to him, close enough that she knows he will feel the way her body trembles, the muscles nearly convulsing underneath her black coat. Her anxiety manifests as glistening sweat along her neck and flanks, struggling to bring her mind from the fog it is trapped in, with his blue form towering over her.
When he lands his teeth against her withers, harsh and unrelenting, she involuntary shies sideways, her black legs a tangled mess as she stumbles away. The dark blood nearly blends with her impossibly black coat, and when he moves to caress the throbbing skin she visibly flinches away, her heartbeat an erratic pulse in her chest.
His question ignites something in her, awakens a nearly dead ember, and it fills her chest until it spreads to her veins and shows in the way her eyes darken, almost harden, and her ears fall flat to her head in response. ”I’m not yours,” And even though her voice is quiet, it is unwavering, twirling around rapidly to face him. ”You can’t just decide that.”
And yet, for all her words, she still hasn’t ran.
@[Tunnel]
Already mine, his words echo in her ears, and she can feel the heat as it rushes from her body — when for just a moment, her heart stops. Before she can react, his teeth grasp the tangled threads of her mane, roughly jerking her closer to him, close enough that she knows he will feel the way her body trembles, the muscles nearly convulsing underneath her black coat. Her anxiety manifests as glistening sweat along her neck and flanks, struggling to bring her mind from the fog it is trapped in, with his blue form towering over her.
When he lands his teeth against her withers, harsh and unrelenting, she involuntary shies sideways, her black legs a tangled mess as she stumbles away. The dark blood nearly blends with her impossibly black coat, and when he moves to caress the throbbing skin she visibly flinches away, her heartbeat an erratic pulse in her chest.
His question ignites something in her, awakens a nearly dead ember, and it fills her chest until it spreads to her veins and shows in the way her eyes darken, almost harden, and her ears fall flat to her head in response. ”I’m not yours,” And even though her voice is quiet, it is unwavering, twirling around rapidly to face him. ”You can’t just decide that.”
And yet, for all her words, she still hasn’t ran.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Tunnel]