03-05-2017, 11:25 AM
Charlemagne
TOUCH MY OWN SKIN
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
AND HOPE THAT IM STILL BREATHING
The tips of a smile start to twist at her mouth, and she takes another calculated step towards the man. His thick tangled hair fell in front of his face, and she had the instinctual urge to reach up and brush it away again so she could see his beautiful face. But she refrained, instead choosing to labor in her mind over the distance between their bodies. He smiles small and looks down as he asks a question that causes the breath to get caught in the back of her throat. …have you found what you’re looking for?
Had she? She had merely been using this forest as what she thought was a route to the Dale. Trees that had never been here in her time. She had learned so much—and lost so much—in those moments, only to gain a loss of words and a beautiful dark man in the woods who she found that she only wanted to see more of.
Could power wait? Could her magic wait? No—not her magic… but perhaps her plans could be put off a time. Some things were more important. A life time of goals, only to be upset in this small moment. Or maybe a bunch of small moments that had melded together—a brokenhearted woman who meets a brokenhearted man.
Maybe.
“I came this way to revisit my memories, but I think that from now on,”she pauses…, tilting her head to look up at Lior. “I shall be looking for more ways to make you smile—it looks good on you.”
Carli has not attempted to flirt in many years—but this man, who has seemed so battered, continues to strive for good life. A man who has not smiled in such a long time, and looks so good doing it.
But are they too broken? Carli says her piece, and lets the wind carry off her words before turning back in the direction she had come from. The breeze kicks up and sends her mane and tail flying like a dark halo around her head. Wild and free, she has strived to run from places just like this.
But without power was she?
Just a girl in black leather boots.
Better make the best of a lost life. Maybe its time that Charlemagne try to make her own self happy for a change. Herself, and perhaps another.
Perhaps Lior.
Making him happy could get addicting.
Had she? She had merely been using this forest as what she thought was a route to the Dale. Trees that had never been here in her time. She had learned so much—and lost so much—in those moments, only to gain a loss of words and a beautiful dark man in the woods who she found that she only wanted to see more of.
Could power wait? Could her magic wait? No—not her magic… but perhaps her plans could be put off a time. Some things were more important. A life time of goals, only to be upset in this small moment. Or maybe a bunch of small moments that had melded together—a brokenhearted woman who meets a brokenhearted man.
Maybe.
“I came this way to revisit my memories, but I think that from now on,”she pauses…, tilting her head to look up at Lior. “I shall be looking for more ways to make you smile—it looks good on you.”
Carli has not attempted to flirt in many years—but this man, who has seemed so battered, continues to strive for good life. A man who has not smiled in such a long time, and looks so good doing it.
But are they too broken? Carli says her piece, and lets the wind carry off her words before turning back in the direction she had come from. The breeze kicks up and sends her mane and tail flying like a dark halo around her head. Wild and free, she has strived to run from places just like this.
But without power was she?
Just a girl in black leather boots.
Better make the best of a lost life. Maybe its time that Charlemagne try to make her own self happy for a change. Herself, and perhaps another.
Perhaps Lior.
Making him happy could get addicting.
I HAD A WAY THEN LOSING IT ALL ON MY OWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THEN QUEEN HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
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