- it's in the eyes, i can tell you will always be danger -
we had it tonight, why do we always seek absolution?
LILLIANA
She is warm-skinned, sun-kissed.
Wrapped in that brilliant fire-gold pelt, what else could Lilliana be? She had spent her earliest years being called a spark. That when the sun hit her just right, she would catch flame. It happens now, here, with Leilan. Only it isn't just the sun illuminating her coat. The spark that catches on her skin lights and burns in her veins as well. He is her opposite (and her like) in many ways; in this one, where she catches fire, he chills.
It starts as a cool brush against her slender shoulder. Brief and brisk, like the first breezes of autumn. Like the wind that blows past them now. A touch that comes and goes and leaves her questioning if it was there at all. (She a daughter of Summer and so the heat comes flooding back.) Where the ice graces across her skin, the sun shines from beneath it. Two sensations warring against each other that leaves Lilliana to watch the silver roan, to regard him with that deep blue-eyed gaze that doesn't seem to end.
For the moment that she locks eyes with his - watches and waits for the way that they might change - she continues to wonder: what is he playing at? Some part of her thinks that it shouldn't be so blunt or plain. But while she waits for an answer that doesn't come, he simply asks 'what indeed?' Lilliana arches her brow at that and tilts her head, giving away that what he says certainly wasn't what she was expecting at all.
@[Leilan] has always brought the unexpected, though.
He touches her here. Another touch there. And where Lilliana might have once drawn a line, she doesn't. He is burning and melting her at the same time and she is learning that she doesn't mind. The way that she internally battles with herself is something she doesn't mind at all and so when the tall roan presses against her, she doesn't move away. She doesn't melt into him (not yet, anyways) but he draws near and she doesn't pull away. Lilliana doesn't draw a line for him not to cross.
Lilliana, who is really no different than any other soul, succumbs to the most mortal of desires. It takes the shape of Leilan below the autumn sun. He doesn't step into her path like one man had, wanting to know when he might see her again. Who had wanted to know what she wanted and Lilliana could only tell him time. Time to know her own mind, her own heart. He isn't like another who brought the stars down from the heavens.
He is the first to ask nothing of her at all.
It makes her bold.
It makes it easy to lean into him. It makes it easy for her to press here, give a touch there. It makes it far too easy for the fire in her blood to dare ask the ice in his, "Would you like to learn?"
:|
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind