02-20-2017, 05:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2017, 05:49 PM by Charlemagne.)
charlemagne
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
A small squeal emits from her as the thrill of his touch upon her skin marks her. The mark would fade, as it always does. This is not the first time she has been claimed, and it certainly would not be the last. Carli’s breath catches when he whispers to her—those deep, soulful eyes burning into her retinas. Stay with me he says, and she sighs, and pulls herself into him, allowing herself the embrace of another.
He is slick, wet and cold with the perfect curvature of a sea creature; almost as if he rose out of the depths of nothingness. Does he know? Does he know who she is? Surely not. This part of the world barley looked familiar, let alone smelled like the power she had once wielded over its inhabitants. Daughter of no one, power over nothing. Who was she?
She was nobody.
And so, the canary allows herself to be caught by a captor, Dancing with him under the light of the moon, each playing their part, filling their roll. Her voice, warm and inviting, approaches at barely above a whisper, wondering if she could get him to drop his charade.
Perhaps, if he lowered his shield, she would to.
But she is nobody’s fool, and her heart is not for the taking if it is to be smashed.
“My name is Charlemagne.”
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?