06-22-2016, 07:39 PM
I can't help but grin in sympathy at her sister's ability to call storms. “Yeah, I have a brother who likes to start fires. That one's...” I trail off, my smile turning a little bitter, before continuing. “That one's not so fun in an argument either.” Or hitting out of nowhere, turning the sweet burn of newly-awakened passion into something dark and twisted, skin crisping, flesh burning, blood boiling as agony consumes nerve endings.
He broke something in me that day, my beloved brother. My favorite, the one I'd do anything for, the person I loved most in the world. He made me believe, whether he meant to or not, that I was a monster. And still I loved him, loved him so deeply and without question that I believed he was right, believed I'd done something to deserve to burn. Because why else would he do such a thing? So many years wasted, believing I was ruin. Believing I'd come so close to destroying our family, and in the wake of our greatest tragedy.
Ah, but there are more pleasant thing to think about right now, like the way shadows and light play across lovely Lexa's body, the gentle curve of her spine and how I could trail my lips along it just so. I can almost feel her skin brushing against my mouth, can almost breathe in the scent of the Jungle on her skin, and isn't that much more fun than remembering old misery? She asks my name again, and I grin. Am I that distracting, then? How delightful. “Ryss,” I purr again, meeting those gorgeous brown eyes through the veil of steel blue lashes. “My name is Ryss.”
I can see curiosity waking in those lovely eyes, and my skin tingles where her gaze lingers. Ah, but she latches onto the distraction I inadvertently provided and asks about my mother. Yes, well. So much for that. “Ah. Yes. Quark. She was queen a while back, the burning queen, appropriately enough. My brother isn't the only one in the family with a penchant for setting fires. Ah, but that was aes ago, really. I would guess she was a bit before your time, lovely Lexa.”
She indulges my curiosity and angles her body just so, inviting me to look at the caiman hidden on her flank. Well. Don't mind if I do. I step forward, closing the distance between our bodies, a half-smile on my lips as I lower my head to look get a closer look. “My mother would be better at hazarding a guess as to why a caiman,” I murmur, studying the reptile closely. “More familiar with the ways of the Jungle and the symbolism behind things like this. Hers is a little dart frog, who she says is a spirit guide of hers. I don't know much about that kind of magic, but I do know a beautiful tattoo when I see one.”
He broke something in me that day, my beloved brother. My favorite, the one I'd do anything for, the person I loved most in the world. He made me believe, whether he meant to or not, that I was a monster. And still I loved him, loved him so deeply and without question that I believed he was right, believed I'd done something to deserve to burn. Because why else would he do such a thing? So many years wasted, believing I was ruin. Believing I'd come so close to destroying our family, and in the wake of our greatest tragedy.
Ah, but there are more pleasant thing to think about right now, like the way shadows and light play across lovely Lexa's body, the gentle curve of her spine and how I could trail my lips along it just so. I can almost feel her skin brushing against my mouth, can almost breathe in the scent of the Jungle on her skin, and isn't that much more fun than remembering old misery? She asks my name again, and I grin. Am I that distracting, then? How delightful. “Ryss,” I purr again, meeting those gorgeous brown eyes through the veil of steel blue lashes. “My name is Ryss.”
I can see curiosity waking in those lovely eyes, and my skin tingles where her gaze lingers. Ah, but she latches onto the distraction I inadvertently provided and asks about my mother. Yes, well. So much for that. “Ah. Yes. Quark. She was queen a while back, the burning queen, appropriately enough. My brother isn't the only one in the family with a penchant for setting fires. Ah, but that was aes ago, really. I would guess she was a bit before your time, lovely Lexa.”
She indulges my curiosity and angles her body just so, inviting me to look at the caiman hidden on her flank. Well. Don't mind if I do. I step forward, closing the distance between our bodies, a half-smile on my lips as I lower my head to look get a closer look. “My mother would be better at hazarding a guess as to why a caiman,” I murmur, studying the reptile closely. “More familiar with the ways of the Jungle and the symbolism behind things like this. Hers is a little dart frog, who she says is a spirit guide of hers. I don't know much about that kind of magic, but I do know a beautiful tattoo when I see one.”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart