• Logout
  • Beqanna

    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [private]  An affliction of the heart plays a number on the body; Litotes
    #9
    Nimue gave into pleasure, an innocent feeling tethered to not so innocent actions. She knew in some part of her being that this was just a passing moment of passion between her and Litotes, but she did not care in this moment of time. She let Litotes have his way with her, the whispers of Pangea unlocking and opening every reserve she may have had before setting foot along the river as she took him, all of him in pure bliss.

    Minutes, hours later, she did not know but her eyes sparkled with amusement afterwards before she pushed her face into the crook of his neck. She lipped at the base of his mane, running her mouth hot and soft across his neck. "Well that was fun." she said in breathless tones, a small chuckle slipping from her lips. The sun was beginning to sink as shadows creeped across the landscape. Nimue was not so naive to think that what just transpired turned a key and locked her and Litotes to each other for ever, but she did feel more connected to this stallion than she had felt in a very long time towards anyone. "If there is any time a lonely king, would rather talk to someone other than his canyons and shadows know that I won't be far. Beqanna is only so big after all, and I don't plan on leaving any time soon."

    Nimue took a few steps back as she unfolded one of her opal wings gently from her sides, reaching back she plucked a loose feather close to her barrel and tucked it into the thick of the cremellos mane. Retreating again she watched as the feather played with the setting sun, she did not know if he would remember her but she hoped that maybe they could be friends after all. She turned along side the river from where she started, glancing over her shoulder at Litotes one last time. Taking off she opened her wings, reds, oranges, purples, and pinks skipping across their expanse and took to the darkening sky once again.
    Lady of the Lake Sky
    Nimue Isolde

    @[litotes] pleasure (; meeting you


    Reply


    Messages In This Thread
    RE: An affliction of the heart plays a number on the body; Litotes - by Nimue Isolde - 05-21-2019, 09:07 AM



    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)