09-10-2017, 10:21 PM
Canaan
And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday.
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.
To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.
Being without her had never stirred so much anxiety within him before – he was a creature built of wanderlust, longing to go where he never had before, aching to be anywhere but where he had already been. Yet, much had changed during his captivity. He longed to see the vibrant cerulean of her sultry gaze (so much like the salty sea along the coastline of Nerine; it reminded him of her each day), to taste the sage and soil that lingered on her viridescent skin - he longed to be beside her more than he yearned for his freedom, and it is a desire he had never thought himself capable of having.
Parting from her had been done with a heavy – and weary – heart. He had only just found her, and he found himself once again alone, albeit without the invisible binding that had kept him tethered to the ground. There was the whispered promise of tomorrow, upon which he would be reunited with her – with their sons, who he longed to see – with Jah-Lilah, who had a mystery all her own, whose heavy-lidded gaze and sensuality stirred his heart into a ragged frenzy, not unlike Circinae did.
He felt conflicted, and yet there was contentment – she had found happiness in his absence, and he would never fault her for it. He had never promised to return to her; he could have been little else but bone left awash upon the shore, or in a far off distant land. He never expected her to wait for him, or to still hold a piece of him so close to her heart – but he hoped that she had, as he had done as well.
The pure emotional connection shared between the two was striking, alluring – he was not deterred by it; he was drawn to it. He longed to be a part of it, to be a part of Circinae and the life she had built, however she would have him (the mindset of Jah-Lilah, the wickedly witty and electrifying enchantress which had taken a piece of his water-wolf’s heart, is still unknown to him). Still, he longed to see her, too. He knew somehow, it would be as it was meant to be.
When his golden-flecked gaze is finally settled upon the familiar gleam of her emerald skin, a breath he had been holding without realizing it emerges in a low, rumbling sigh – she had escaped the wreckage, with no injury nor harm to show for it.
His slender but heavily muscled legs carry him to her, and his pale lips press against the curve of her jaw – a breath of a kiss, before his steady gaze bores into that of Jah-Lilah, the magnetic creature fitting so closely and so flawlessly into the edges and curves of Circinae’s feminine body. There is the warmth of a smile as his breath intermingles with her own with a soft whuffing noise – inhaling the heavy spice of her heady scent, blending faultlessly with that of his (their emerald lover and briefly brushing his lips across the curve of her cheek.
All the while, he is unaware of a scent further downwind – where his sons Crevan (and Corvus, tucked carefully alongside his watchful brother lie in wait.
”The forest,” he breathes, his gaze flickering from one and to the other. ”to the north – I saw it fall, with magma, fire – the ocean swallowed it, and I worried –“ he pauses, then, concern laced within his tone, while his hazel gaze bores into Circinae’s own, searchingly. ”Taiga? Is it gone? What about the boys?”
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all,
then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.
then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you.
@[Circinae] @[Jah-Lilah]