01-24-2019, 03:13 AM
Every moment she wants to break and remake herself anew. She wants thunderstorms, and the sleep of oak trees. She wants to be touched like something holy, and she wants to roll in filth. This is what he might see as he looks at her, this wavering indecision that rages like a young god behind her eyes.
For a moment, she is a girl.
She laughs, delighted by his response. "You're smarter than you look, Magnus," she teases. They both know her words are hot air. "Lucky for you, your disease isn't fatal." Again she breathes him in. Again it feels like pulling a trigger.
For a moment, she is a monsoon.
As they walk in silence, she is thinking about how his shoulder is not hot. She had expected him to feel as though the life and the mystery inside of him was smoldering through the skin. She had, maybe, wanted to sizzle where their bodies touched-- instead of just slowly melting like she does now. But before she can ponder his delicious skin further, her thoughts are gently interrupted by his question-- "why did you come here."
She does not think the truth would offend him-- that she could just as easily be in Nerine today, or Ischia, or the meadow-- but a part of her realizes that's not the truth, not this time. She bites her lip, bides her time. It seems there's no rush with Magnus, in fact there's the opposite, and she considers her words very carefully before she says them out loud.
"You intrigued me, that day in the field." Her tone is casual, light-- it takes a good amount of self-control to keep it that way. But there is a subtle breathlessness, a sly betrayal of how quickly her heart beats, and it is embarrassing. It is a scramble to cover her shame with levity- "When the plague hit, and I had nothing to do anyway, I was curious if you were still alive." She grins suddenly, sly and toothy, but only looks at him from the corner of her eyes. All she can see that way is gold, gold, gold.
Her tail swats at his flanks and she continues before her nerve is lost. "Beqanna would be a far uglier place without you." It feels good to say something that's true, even if it makes her feel like hot glass.
n . o . r . t . h
what if I want to go devil instead? Bow
down to the madness that makes me
For a moment, she is a girl.
She laughs, delighted by his response. "You're smarter than you look, Magnus," she teases. They both know her words are hot air. "Lucky for you, your disease isn't fatal." Again she breathes him in. Again it feels like pulling a trigger.
For a moment, she is a monsoon.
As they walk in silence, she is thinking about how his shoulder is not hot. She had expected him to feel as though the life and the mystery inside of him was smoldering through the skin. She had, maybe, wanted to sizzle where their bodies touched-- instead of just slowly melting like she does now. But before she can ponder his delicious skin further, her thoughts are gently interrupted by his question-- "why did you come here."
She does not think the truth would offend him-- that she could just as easily be in Nerine today, or Ischia, or the meadow-- but a part of her realizes that's not the truth, not this time. She bites her lip, bides her time. It seems there's no rush with Magnus, in fact there's the opposite, and she considers her words very carefully before she says them out loud.
"You intrigued me, that day in the field." Her tone is casual, light-- it takes a good amount of self-control to keep it that way. But there is a subtle breathlessness, a sly betrayal of how quickly her heart beats, and it is embarrassing. It is a scramble to cover her shame with levity- "When the plague hit, and I had nothing to do anyway, I was curious if you were still alive." She grins suddenly, sly and toothy, but only looks at him from the corner of her eyes. All she can see that way is gold, gold, gold.
Her tail swats at his flanks and she continues before her nerve is lost. "Beqanna would be a far uglier place without you." It feels good to say something that's true, even if it makes her feel like hot glass.
what if I want to go devil instead? Bow
down to the madness that makes me
@[magnus]