01-03-2021, 12:48 PM
SUNLIGHT
Perhaps there is a small part of her that knows what kind of game she is playing - one that lies on the border of their adolescence, swimming in blurred lines and the heat that only encourages her all the more. A larger part of her, however, is relying completely on instinct (and selfishness - the way he adores her, grooms her ego - she can’t resist to beg for more) and her natural want to investigate him further and perhaps in ways she hadn’t been able to when they had last spoken. It feels good to explore, to test him, to use his willingness to be near her to experiment with the fire that blossoms within, both figurative and literal.
He trembles beneath her touch and it delights her, fueling the molten gold of her eyes. There is some semblance of control, a balancing of powers between them and though he bows to her command, she is still not quite sure which of them is following and which is leading. It didn’t matter to her, not really, because she is lost in his magic, beautiful and magnificent but unfathomable.
The reaction to her flame produces a hiss from him and a sharp angle of his head towards her. Sunlight nearly takes a sweeping step back (would he bite her, shove himself away?), but she refrains. Her dark head turns away from his slightly to avoid collision, the expressive primitive markings that outline her eyes giving her an almost playful look as she glances at him beneath dark lashes. Her jaw slackens as the brunt of his teeth scrape across the midnight of her shoulder, almost as if she is shocked by the reaction - a little gasp falling from her parted lips. She rolls the shoulder that tenses beneath his lips, the sensation still lingering with an eerie heat and a thoughtful smile on her mouth. His breath is teasing as he speaks into her skin.
“Perhaps,” she admits smugly, her voice warm and smoky in her throat. “Not tonight,” she adds pensively, stretching her neck to lip at the tendrils of his mane. “Maybe not ever.” An answer, but maybe not quite the one he had been searching for.
The girl falls silent, studying the deep indigo and violet that once held the swirling red and orange of her delightful fire, wondering if she’ll ever have the heart to swallow him up.
“You might have to destroy me first.”
He trembles beneath her touch and it delights her, fueling the molten gold of her eyes. There is some semblance of control, a balancing of powers between them and though he bows to her command, she is still not quite sure which of them is following and which is leading. It didn’t matter to her, not really, because she is lost in his magic, beautiful and magnificent but unfathomable.
The reaction to her flame produces a hiss from him and a sharp angle of his head towards her. Sunlight nearly takes a sweeping step back (would he bite her, shove himself away?), but she refrains. Her dark head turns away from his slightly to avoid collision, the expressive primitive markings that outline her eyes giving her an almost playful look as she glances at him beneath dark lashes. Her jaw slackens as the brunt of his teeth scrape across the midnight of her shoulder, almost as if she is shocked by the reaction - a little gasp falling from her parted lips. She rolls the shoulder that tenses beneath his lips, the sensation still lingering with an eerie heat and a thoughtful smile on her mouth. His breath is teasing as he speaks into her skin.
“Perhaps,” she admits smugly, her voice warm and smoky in her throat. “Not tonight,” she adds pensively, stretching her neck to lip at the tendrils of his mane. “Maybe not ever.” An answer, but maybe not quite the one he had been searching for.
The girl falls silent, studying the deep indigo and violet that once held the swirling red and orange of her delightful fire, wondering if she’ll ever have the heart to swallow him up.
“You might have to destroy me first.”
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
@[isakov]