[private] i think i could live in it | mazikeen

[Mazikeen]

When he says Malik may need to die, she searches for the worry that isn’t there - finding only darkness and fire when she looks where those thoughts might have once lingered. More fire than anything, especially while Gale teases her skin as he speaks. The idea of him making Malik small again, giving her a chance to start over as his mother, is something that calls to that not-quite-there heart of hers. “I’d like that. We could raise him as our own.” Not the child of who was once Gale and Mazikeen, but theirs. As they are now. A child that is strong and fierce and without limits. He rolls atop her and she does not feel that old sense of indignity at having her belly exposed and vulnerable. He may kill her, but she knows she’ll return anyway, and there is a thrill in the possibility of danger. She involuntarily winces as he lays kisses on top of bruises but a purr is close behind, carrying quiet words. “I would enjoy convincing you.” As if there were any doubt of that. And then, with her red-orange eyes bright and intense upon him she speaks again, “Is there anything you can’t do?” She does not bother to hide the awe in her voice as she says this reverent, mostly rhetorical question and presses her body into his. The flexibility of feline shapes has always been a favourite of hers and it remains just as true for climbing trees and navigating the rocky paths of her mountain home as it does for fitting herself against Gale. m a z i k e e n .

 

@ Gale