05-08-2021, 12:50 PM
SUNLIGHT
It is thrilling - all of it. The fleeting touches between them, the enchantment that seems to swallow them up as the night grows darker, the invitation to destroy him but held back only by perhaps the slimmest fractile of youth and innocence she still clings onto. But her grip is slowly loosening, fueled by him and the way his words are nearly a spell, engulfing her in ways she will be sure never to allow anyone to know.
If anything were to destroy her, it would be only because she herself allowed it.
Even now, amidst the silence and darkness of the forest, she allows him to chip away at the fierce exterior; she burns but it will not singe, though its light still burns just as bright. That youthful innocence keeps part of her malleable, gentle, hopeful - but maybe only for him.
Oh, and when he smiles, she feels as if she might burst into flames.
Capable? She doesn’t respond immediately, her golden eyes content on merely taking him in for a moment, as if contemplating. Sunlight then returns his smile, mischievous and secretive. “Maybe,” she replies honestly, the golden markings above her eyes growing inquisitive and curious. “but it won’t be in the same way I destroy you.” Her eyes flash, shining with embers that spark hungrily.
She would engulf him in flames, singe his flesh until even his bones turned to ash. Isakov, she already knows, plays a different sort of game. One she cannot help but be a part of, turn by turn, each moment spent together sending her further up and further in. A game she cannot resist, that she cannot refuse.
Perhaps they were meant to set each other ablaze only to crumble.
If anything were to destroy her, it would be only because she herself allowed it.
Even now, amidst the silence and darkness of the forest, she allows him to chip away at the fierce exterior; she burns but it will not singe, though its light still burns just as bright. That youthful innocence keeps part of her malleable, gentle, hopeful - but maybe only for him.
Oh, and when he smiles, she feels as if she might burst into flames.
Capable? She doesn’t respond immediately, her golden eyes content on merely taking him in for a moment, as if contemplating. Sunlight then returns his smile, mischievous and secretive. “Maybe,” she replies honestly, the golden markings above her eyes growing inquisitive and curious. “but it won’t be in the same way I destroy you.” Her eyes flash, shining with embers that spark hungrily.
She would engulf him in flames, singe his flesh until even his bones turned to ash. Isakov, she already knows, plays a different sort of game. One she cannot help but be a part of, turn by turn, each moment spent together sending her further up and further in. A game she cannot resist, that she cannot refuse.
Perhaps they were meant to set each other ablaze only to crumble.
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
@[isakov]