02-17-2017, 03:19 PM
charlamagne
Baby, this is what you came for…lighting strikes every time she moves
It had been fun, that midnight rendezvous in the forest. The man in the lake, with his slippery skin and silver tongue. He had said all the right things, and made her feel like a woman. But there was just something not quite right about the man in black. His eyes. Beautiful pools of hallowed out nothingness. And there is nothing Carli loves more than a well-dressed man in black. But oh, she needs to be worshipped. Little golden bird tucks her well-trimmed feathers into her sides, her black leather boots gleaming in the sunlight as she steps between the trees. The scent of the lake was behind her, and her body was still dripping with the scent of the other male—and with the crisp coldness of the water that she had immersed herself in. She stopped and closed her eyes, letting her mind slip back in time.
The moment had been perfect. Everything about it. What had happened? Ever present, her slippery silver-tongued devil had let slip the best prize he could ever have imagined. His mind was elsewhere, even while he charmed the canary into singing for him.
She may be without her magic, but Charlemagne is nobody’s fool.
She opens her eyes and shakes her head, her black hair falling in obsidian cascades down the side of her neck, and she continues on her way, bending and weaving through the trunks… her mind settled on the future.
Whatever that was.
For the first time, immortality was not within her grasp, and she could feel the youth of her existence slipping away.
She was a woman who tasted power and wielded it like an iron club.
What was she now?
What could she become?
Everyone’s watching her, but she’s looking at you…