01-01-2021, 12:16 PM
Molech
Her emotions are delightful to him and it only eases the smile on his golden lips even more. She is a little bird caught in his hands, flittering her wings every once in awhile to only feel his grasp close around her tighter - but never enough to suffocate her, of course.
Molech engages her once again, uprooting himself from the damp forest floor to move his white and goldenrod legs casually towards her. She is enough - of course, she is - because she is trapped, she is alone, and because she longs for his approval. All of the uncertainties that twist around gently in her mind are the nails in her coffin and it is she who drives them in. Molech is only the temptation, the sin.
He would never do anything to her. She is too precious, too perfect. All that unfolds will be from her decisions alone.
The way her answer comes quickly out of her soft lips creates a dastardly handsome smile to spread across his mouth.
“Never?” he echoes in hopeful longing, halting only a few steps from her. He is close enough to reach out and touch her, but he doesn’t. After all, he is only the temptation.
The young stallion’s brow furrows, a shadow crossing his features. His smile fades into a gentle frown (was it a trick of the light, or did his forked tongue slither across his lips?), almost in disappointment. “I understand,” Molech reassures her, but it is not true. You knew how, he presses quietly into her mind, dark and foreboding - but if she were to glance up, she would find that his gentle face does not match the voice. “You’re here now, though.” His frown breaks into that little encouraging half-smile, “Let’s focus on that, instead.”
He takes another step closer.
Molech engages her once again, uprooting himself from the damp forest floor to move his white and goldenrod legs casually towards her. She is enough - of course, she is - because she is trapped, she is alone, and because she longs for his approval. All of the uncertainties that twist around gently in her mind are the nails in her coffin and it is she who drives them in. Molech is only the temptation, the sin.
He would never do anything to her. She is too precious, too perfect. All that unfolds will be from her decisions alone.
The way her answer comes quickly out of her soft lips creates a dastardly handsome smile to spread across his mouth.
“Never?” he echoes in hopeful longing, halting only a few steps from her. He is close enough to reach out and touch her, but he doesn’t. After all, he is only the temptation.
The young stallion’s brow furrows, a shadow crossing his features. His smile fades into a gentle frown (was it a trick of the light, or did his forked tongue slither across his lips?), almost in disappointment. “I understand,” Molech reassures her, but it is not true. You knew how, he presses quietly into her mind, dark and foreboding - but if she were to glance up, she would find that his gentle face does not match the voice. “You’re here now, though.” His frown breaks into that little encouraging half-smile, “Let’s focus on that, instead.”
He takes another step closer.
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[aero]