And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
She rather enjoys the way his red gaze dances across her skin, sending shivers skittering across the delicate flesh. Her smile deepens as he steps closer, a halting, involuntary step. She has always known that she is beautiful. It would be impossible not to know. Too many have told her that it is so for her to be ignorant of the fact.
No, what is uncommon is her own views on beauty. She is beautiful, yes, but there is beauty in everything. There is beauty in the sun and stars as much as there is in the dirt beneath her feet. One only has to look to see it. And she looks. She is always looking.
And she is learning. Has already learned so much, even in her few short years.
His words elicit a low laugh from her teal lips, an echo to his own. Night owl is an accurate description, if slightly understated. ”Oh yes,” she says simply, gaze following him as he moves closer. Close enough to touch. She presses even nearer, red skin only a breath from his pale form as she matches his intense scrutiny.
”And you, sir, are a flatterer.” Her words are light and teasing, the humor and pleasure in her tone clearly audible. She might call his bluff, but that does not mean she does not enjoy that very flattery immensely. No woman could ever be displeased when called indescribable.
Do you belong to anyone? His intimate question rings clearly in her ears, giving her a moment’s hesitation. She had never truly considered the question before, having never had the need to. She had come from the Dale, but does she belong there? Somehow, she thinks not. Instead she says simply ”Only to myself.”
Let him make of that what he would.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage