07-28-2019, 02:58 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
A nereid - ah, the myths and wonders aren’t lost to the world at all. She’s magic, he knew that all along, though to what extent her scales and beauty protected her, he hadn’t been sure. This though, explained a lot. And perhaps, he muses, he could try to take a form more similar to herself - but it is the large serpent-like form that he keeps now, only exchanging the feathers for gills and fins now. It’s not much of a change - hardly noticed probably.
He moves closer to her, eyes fixed on her - oh, she’s got him alright. She’s something he cannot escape for the life of him, and it’s only her invitation that sprouts a moment of clarity - if it can be called clarity at all - ”then that’s what we’ll do,” he figures.
He comes forward, headfirst, hesitantly at first in caressing the curve of her jaw as if trying to gauge if that’s allowed, then her neck with more fluidity to it. His snake-shaped body moves over her shoulders and her back, inviting, then somewhat pulling, as he dives down into the water on her other side, his tail end giving her a gentle but firm nudge to come with. There is no talking underneath the surface, but for how much he wants her, right at this moment, words are really not needed anyway. He can only hope she’ll follow, he can only hope she doesn’t break their prolonged touch. It’ll be easier to take a form similar to hers, he decides, once they’re down below. It’ll be something of a crossover between his former horse-self and his current serpent shape, he supposes.
He moves closer to her, eyes fixed on her - oh, she’s got him alright. She’s something he cannot escape for the life of him, and it’s only her invitation that sprouts a moment of clarity - if it can be called clarity at all - ”then that’s what we’ll do,” he figures.
He comes forward, headfirst, hesitantly at first in caressing the curve of her jaw as if trying to gauge if that’s allowed, then her neck with more fluidity to it. His snake-shaped body moves over her shoulders and her back, inviting, then somewhat pulling, as he dives down into the water on her other side, his tail end giving her a gentle but firm nudge to come with. There is no talking underneath the surface, but for how much he wants her, right at this moment, words are really not needed anyway. He can only hope she’ll follow, he can only hope she doesn’t break their prolonged touch. It’ll be easier to take a form similar to hers, he decides, once they’re down below. It’ll be something of a crossover between his former horse-self and his current serpent shape, he supposes.
@[Eva]