02-20-2016, 10:35 AM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
He beat his wings, a steady rhythm of wind beneath them to hold him aloft. The sunlight passing in the same beats to and fro as he blotted it out completely and it took over in return.
Perhaps it were the ice playing tricks on his mind but as he unshly looked down at her he could of swore her eyes lit up. Just there, just a moment and she all at once seemed less weighed down than he had so far witnessed. In all likely hood it could have very well been that, the frozen waters looking like crystal pathways against the sunlight.
Slowly though his guesses ceased, her delight fading from a could be to a was, a smile dancing down her face to her velveteen lips. “Let us not give praise to the ocean for your beauty, it is unfair.” He laughs, clearly her modesty amusing him because he himself had very little of it.
Her next movements bring him far greater pleasure, a small length of ice rippling out to create a float for two. Only two. His eyes light sending a flash against their silver in a blink of an eye, he smiles his own smile though it is cool and gratified.
“In need of warming then,” He decides, bringing himself to hover over the block of frozen matter, hooves touching the surface to first steady himself. The ragged surface gives just enough grip for him to not summersault into the salted waters, but his wings...He stands with them outstretched, rising in an arch high above him, there is simply not enough room for him to fold them at his side. With a look as if he is about to ask a question his lips simply part and then clasp together once again, in a smirk.
He makes no game of pressing against her, instead folding into her skin with his own in one sweeping movement. The wings he held so tirelessly above them folded downward ever so slowly as his eyes find hers. “Something tells me this is what you wanted.” The words leaving in clouds of fog, hanging warm and damp between them before dissipating into the atmosphere once again.
Finally his wings brush her skin, ever so softly bending feather against fur, encasing them in an avian snowglobe so to speak. “And this…” He runs his right down her flank and thigh, trying his best to steel the shiver that ached to burst from his chest. But it was worth it, it was so worth it he thought as he inched his muzzle past the hairs-width of space to breathe her air.
Perhaps it were the ice playing tricks on his mind but as he unshly looked down at her he could of swore her eyes lit up. Just there, just a moment and she all at once seemed less weighed down than he had so far witnessed. In all likely hood it could have very well been that, the frozen waters looking like crystal pathways against the sunlight.
Slowly though his guesses ceased, her delight fading from a could be to a was, a smile dancing down her face to her velveteen lips. “Let us not give praise to the ocean for your beauty, it is unfair.” He laughs, clearly her modesty amusing him because he himself had very little of it.
Her next movements bring him far greater pleasure, a small length of ice rippling out to create a float for two. Only two. His eyes light sending a flash against their silver in a blink of an eye, he smiles his own smile though it is cool and gratified.
“In need of warming then,” He decides, bringing himself to hover over the block of frozen matter, hooves touching the surface to first steady himself. The ragged surface gives just enough grip for him to not summersault into the salted waters, but his wings...He stands with them outstretched, rising in an arch high above him, there is simply not enough room for him to fold them at his side. With a look as if he is about to ask a question his lips simply part and then clasp together once again, in a smirk.
He makes no game of pressing against her, instead folding into her skin with his own in one sweeping movement. The wings he held so tirelessly above them folded downward ever so slowly as his eyes find hers. “Something tells me this is what you wanted.” The words leaving in clouds of fog, hanging warm and damp between them before dissipating into the atmosphere once again.
Finally his wings brush her skin, ever so softly bending feather against fur, encasing them in an avian snowglobe so to speak. “And this…” He runs his right down her flank and thigh, trying his best to steel the shiver that ached to burst from his chest. But it was worth it, it was so worth it he thought as he inched his muzzle past the hairs-width of space to breathe her air.
Kirin
son of Khaos
