Siggy had stood for some time, minutes, hours had passed? Days? No surely, not. Seriously, how much longer would she have to play the pathetic and pitiful act...... The faint sound of hoof beats caught her attention, but she didn't move a muscle, not yet.
And so silence passed for a minute, the wind continued to whisper to the trees as she waited and a voice, thick with sweetness and sin carried to her ears.
Drawing herself up, the feeble, wounded little bird blossomed before his eyes into a black swan, her neck curling around. Eyes as black as the coat she wore, they met his, with a burning gaze and a smirk curled across her lips. Her head held high now, she was equally impressive in size, well minus those silly feathers anyway and she turned to face this intruder.
What trick was this being played on her? Surely this purple, pastel, winged poof hadn't spoke in such delicious chords. Siggy tipped her head in confusion, you're purple, she coos. Taking advice from a purple man, that's a first for Siggy. Walking around, the high stepping temptress reached out to nip at the brutes back. Thank you for your concern, though I do believe I'm just fine now. Her voice was thick, and rich, with a graininess to it. Like molasses on a cool evening, oozing in all it's sticky glory.
She stopped now, shaking her head to organize the coal black tresses, exposing those eyes, you could almost see the devil himself in them. She peered, curious at the reaction of this brute. Would he be gentlemanly, and fawn over her like some wounded bird? Or was he just the man she was looking for, dark, controlling, dirty, spank me and make me call you daddy... Her tongue crossed her lips in anticipation, and she blinked slowly, batting those long black lashes, taunting him.
I'm gonna love you, until you hate me.
And so silence passed for a minute, the wind continued to whisper to the trees as she waited and a voice, thick with sweetness and sin carried to her ears.
Drawing herself up, the feeble, wounded little bird blossomed before his eyes into a black swan, her neck curling around. Eyes as black as the coat she wore, they met his, with a burning gaze and a smirk curled across her lips. Her head held high now, she was equally impressive in size, well minus those silly feathers anyway and she turned to face this intruder.
What trick was this being played on her? Surely this purple, pastel, winged poof hadn't spoke in such delicious chords. Siggy tipped her head in confusion, you're purple, she coos. Taking advice from a purple man, that's a first for Siggy. Walking around, the high stepping temptress reached out to nip at the brutes back. Thank you for your concern, though I do believe I'm just fine now. Her voice was thick, and rich, with a graininess to it. Like molasses on a cool evening, oozing in all it's sticky glory.
She stopped now, shaking her head to organize the coal black tresses, exposing those eyes, you could almost see the devil himself in them. She peered, curious at the reaction of this brute. Would he be gentlemanly, and fawn over her like some wounded bird? Or was he just the man she was looking for, dark, controlling, dirty, spank me and make me call you daddy... Her tongue crossed her lips in anticipation, and she blinked slowly, batting those long black lashes, taunting him.
I'm gonna love you, until you hate me.
Feel free to put her in her place. X)