she got blood cold as ice
and a heart made of stone
Brunhilde must be getting worried, she cannot be comfortable. Leokadia is certain that she will agree to move into the shallows.
It pleases her to be surprised.
The wings of living flame sweep down into the water and the steam that rolls up from them billows up hot and startling between them. It is lucky that when Brunhilde loses her footing that Leokadia is not unsettled and swept from her feet. She is the more petite of them, lighter and shorter but not by enough to matter when they collide. Her hooves strike the river-stones dully but does not slide on the slippery bottom. Something she is only slightly aware of being that they are chest to chest and Brunhilde’s face is falling against her neck. The girl’s slender body is so much warmer than the water, her skin and locks bright and clean…
Leokadia squeals (unexpectedly, regrettably), surprised once again. This time by the pinch of teeth during what seemed like little more than an awkward collison. She takes a moment to push through to the shallows herself, watching the fireball go while her heart pounds several times in her pale chest. There in the shallows the flames are returning to the wings, flickering to life along Brun’s sides like someone’s painted gasoline onto her wet skin. The firelight makes her wet pelt iridescent, and the water has put a slight curl into her long locks but Leokadia would not remember to miss her own even if she ever did. “Girls?” The cremello asks dumbly, with an unexpected innocence of her own, soft and confused… and desperately curious.
“How would I know?” This as Lo puts herself back before Brun, looking at her carefully. Leokadia has been a savage almost from birth so the glimpse of sweet confusion subsides and the calculatiing hunger makes her tip her head just a little to the left. “You like girls. Why?”
but she keeps me alive
she's the beast in my bones
Leokadia
@[brunhilde]