02-22-2017, 02:36 PM
charlemagne
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
She laughs—an airy, tinkling sound. She cannot help it. He is so different than the oily man. He is dry, and matter fact.
Where the other is playing a game, and hiding behind mysterious eyes, this one is up front. But could it really be as simple as that? No, it never was. And here in the trees, where camouflage is best suited to protecting your body, Carli finds that her thoughts are resting back with the man at the lake—wondering if this man truly was as he seemed.
Weren’t all men the same?
In her experience, they were. And yet, she takes this chance.
Let him test his mettle.
“I am Charlemagne. Recently returned only to find that the abilities I was born with to this wretched world are no more. And instead, I am stuck with these—“ she stretches out her wings, pushing them against her body, lifting her off the ground ever so slightly. “—things. So heavy and unwieldy. I don’t know how you can manage them.”
She pulls a pout across her face, before putting her thoughts away again, once more displaying a serenity she most certainly did not feel. Instead, she stepped closer towards the black one. Imposing. Dangerous.
Sensuous.
“And who are you?”
She had never found out her mysterious lover’s name. She refused to be caught unawares again. If she was going to make herself known, she would be the one in control.
Play the game better than they do, Carli girl.
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?