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i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - Ellyse - 12-08-2016 your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine. i don't love you, but i always will. It was her own fault, honestly. She had withdrawn, recoiling into the very recesses of her own mind and within the dark craters of the uncomfortably warm volcanic land - her mind thoughtful; her skin bristling. But now, solace had grown tiring, and a hefty guilt settled into her bones. Magnus. He had never asked anything of her, nothing but her occasional presence beneath a waning full moon, bodies slick with sweat and heat, or nearby during the thick of another meeting. She had little to say in such situations (a shocking thing, really - her opinion had always been hefty and scathing, but not with Magnus). Her mind and heart were fully confident of his abilities, in his vision, and she knew that their children and the many others that followed him would be safe and secure within his care. Alas, her anxious mind seeks him out today - the heavy stench of brimstone and sulfur lingering in the stagnant evening air as the sun gently caresses the distant horizon, bathing the wavering stalks of drying greenery in its pale rosy light. Her limbs carry her swiftly through, her heavy plumage tucked tightly along her sides, and it does not take long for her to find the stoic, too-still outline of gold-painted wrought iron muscle. Wordlessly, she emerges from the brush, her footfalls heavy as she has no need to startle or surprise him. Gently, her whiskered muzzle brushes across his hip, though she soon lines the length of her body along with his. A single hazel eye observes his chiseled faced for a long moment, before her gaze drifts away to the falling sun once again. Quietly, "I have been absent; and I apologize. I have grown too content in the lull of war. Just know that I am always here, in whatever capacity you may need me, Magnus." Ellyse @[magnus] RE: i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - magnus - 12-10-2016 — find what you love and let it kill you — magnus RE: i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - Ellyse - 12-10-2016 your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine. i don't love you, but i always will. Time slowly fades as the sun descends lower beyond the darkening horizon, bathing the once vacant blue sky in vivid hues of tangerine and magenta, giving way to the deep, lustrous shade of navy that blankets the starlit sky. Her cheek finally parts from his own, golden-flecked eyes searching his as her own heart palpitates tightly within the confines of her chest. It is not often that he buckles beneath the weight of his own mind, that vulnerability seeps through his stoic exterior of calm decisiveness. Yet when he falls away, anguished by old memories, tormented by bubbling emotion that cannot be stifled, she presses nearer to him - each time and always. Her own heart is a mangled, tortured thing - one she guards fiercely, terrified of the agony of heartbreak but all too aware of the pain of loss. With him, her resolve is weakened, and the hefty walls built to surround her aching heart fall away, leaving her bare and exposed in a way that she has never known before. Still, she conceals it. She hides her weakness away, knowing too well his allure and remembering the stench of others lingering on his flesh. She gives herself to him, taking from it what she can and she is content in it - but deep within, a vicious beast of jealousy simmers each time he returns from the embrace of another, and her blackened heart steels itself away once again. He could never love someone like her - she knows; it is something that she can feel within the very marrow of her bones. She cannot fool herself into thinking that he could. His words are hushed, but earnest, and each syllable sends a deep-seated shiver down the length of her sloping spine. Her eyes meet with his, perplexed by the raw emotion wrought within each word, and soon he presses against him and she is powerless to pull away (though not even a single fiber of her being desires to do so). Gently, her own neck drapes over his, pulling her chin towards her chest as she pulls him nearer still, using the flattened line of her chin to caress his matted tresses away from his thick, muscled neck. Her eyelids close again as her senses fill with his musk and dried sweat, her own heartbeat thrumming powerfully against her rib cage, along her hollow bones and reverberating from her chest to his ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. "You have all of me, Magnus," She murmurs quietly, breaking the silence shared between them at long last. "you always will." Ellyse RE: i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - magnus - 12-10-2016 out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know RE: i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - Ellyse - 12-26-2016 your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine. i don't love you, but i always will. So often, her resolve hardens, but with him it crumbles - an infuriating loss of control that she is powerless to stop. Alas, though she knows she should not, she savors these quiet moments with him. He is a solid presence of stoicism and humility, and she is humbled by the way he seems to sift and change with the tide, the heavy blanket of seawater ebbing away at pieces of him as time goes on. She cannot be so pliable; she is etched in stone and she cannot be moved. His voice rises again, reverberating off of her golden flesh and she can feel the roughness of it vibrating off of what suddenly feels like hollow bone. A shiver courses its way along the length of her curved spine, and she cannot resist leaning into him, wanting to feel his words, more than hear. I should not ask that of you, he says, and a low but humorless chuckle rumbles within the core of her throat. But I cannot help myself. "I am grown, Magnus. I know what I want, and I know what I need," Her voice wavers for a moment, hazel eyes cast away into the bleak emptiness of night, a heavy shroud of mist descending into the empty plain as if it were a dense cloud of smoke from an otherwise simmering, bubbling caldera. "you have not asked for anything that I cannot handle - I will take what I can get." I will take what of you I can have, she does not say. She does not need to. The growling bass of his voice moves through her once again, and her heavy lashes close over her eyes as his whiskered lips travel along her skin, leaving her undone by the end of it. Her belly lurches uncomfortably as the tension rises, her heart dancing wildly within the confines of her chest with the heat of his confession. "You are weak for no one," She muses softly, the quaking of her voice giving fault to her seemingly calm demeanor. "but I am weak for you." Ellyse RE: i don't love you; but i always will. || magnus - magnus - 12-31-2016 out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know |