06-10-2015, 03:24 PM
And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____Needles and pins throbbed in his eyes; a sure sign he was thinking far too much and moving far too little. He compromised and waded a little, he felt lighter in the water, his body lean, muscular, shining with the sea's spray, slick and dark in the sunlight. Nier drank, he bobbed his nose along the water, he drank some more. It became a mechanical action, instinct more than anything. rigid, unmoving. He gave a long, breathy sigh. Looking out at the wildflowers blossoming in the rolling hills of the plains above, he felt as though he had lived her forever. for a brief moment he wondered if She would have liked it, but then the flashes of death, his heart physically shattering into pieces at that sight, and he immediately ate that thought up. ____She was obedient, he gave her that. Perhaps it wasn't so much as obedience, or rather the sheer want to be near him. Could a demon really invoke such feelings? The thought was fleeting, as Star was soon beside him, fitting perfectly into place. Her coat was smooth, soft and warm against his and he felt every little fibre of her against him. Pulse, heartbeat, blood running through her veins. She was very truly alive, and beside him, at times he too felt just like that. Alive. As though the steady thud of his heart had started up again.No longer cold, dead and locked away. ____"There she is, in the flesh." he runs his nose along her spine, teeth trailing little nooks and crannies, nibbling here, nuzzling there, he meets the top of her haunches and then slowly, deliberately slowly, moves back to her withers, where he rests for a moment, his chin solidly against her, knotting in with her gossamer mane. "I was just thinking about you." a smirk, a crooked, handsome smirk twisted and toyed upon his lips as he moved his muzzle once more along her, deliberately slow, as if making sure she was real beneath his touch. her soft skin, warm, silky, her skin alive with a raging pulse. He blew a long breath, a quiver travelling over him as she rested her head on his back. Her closeness overwhelmed him, confused him as well. It was a torrent inside, blustery and uncontrolled. He knew not how to understand the beatings of the heart, the want of the soul, but he would try. He listened to her words, soft like satin, the quaint quiver of a butterfly wing in summer's breath. She was so much light, and she was here, with him. What happened? ____"Ah, the flowers always miss the rain, don't they?" he gave a low chuckle, positioned himself so he towered her almost, a stance more of a protector than a menace. His wing shifted, craning upward and cradling her closer against him, as close as it was possible. Her dappled pelt against him, warm, inviting. He blew a soft breath, plumes of it intertwining with her mane as he nuzzled her close. He was hushed, an inaudible sound, more like a gasp than a real sentence, he almost didn't know he said it aloud. "And the moon always misses the sun." ____Star was quiet for some time then, perhaps he'd done the wrong thing? pushed certain buttons that mare's didn't need pushing? Nier gave a quiet whicker, ears twitching, shifting like endless radar above his head. He shifted, part of his neck invisible, part of his side sightless. It kept flashing every now and again until he was back to flesh and bone. He listened, her was quiet, but he listened as she thanked him, and as she touched his nose with hers, he held her there, pushing his black velvet nose against hers, keeping her closer, keeping a connection, as though a single thread bound them together. ____"Don't thank me, Star. I need no thanks, just you. Just you here, with me. A future as concrete as the rocks over there." he pointed briefly, an ear, a slight shift of his head towards the rock pools that were coming into view as the tide was slowly going out. The sun reflected in ripples and somehow in that light, the dappled mare beside him had a clear halo around her. He blinked once, twice. And it was gone. The light, it was just the light playing tricks upon him... or was it? the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |