03-19-2017, 09:39 PM
Misra
i'd go to hell and back with you; stay lost in what we've found.
Her breath catches in her throat, caught as if her voice is a wayward songbird, enveloped by the iron rods that keep her caged – and her bright eyes watch his every fluid motion, as his very essence bathes beneath the pale light of the moon. The gentle light caresses the deep lines and ridges of his features, falling into the hollow of his cheek and highlighting the sloping edge of his jaw, where she had once pressed her fervent lips long ago. She can feel his gaze boring into her, greedily tracing the rounded curve of her hip and the seamless line of pristine feathers along her powerful wings, swathed in silver and bristling beneath the unmistakable hunger of his hazel eyes. Her own meet with his, searching the golden flecks tucked around the rim, etched with mischief and conviction – her heart clenches tightly within her breast as he presses nearer to her, as memories that had been buried in the sand of time began to resurface and envelope her, stirring something inside of her she had long thought forgotten.
Her heavy lashes cover her eyes, which betray her with a longing she had not thought possible, a desire that had been dormant for so long – and a shiver traverses the length of her spine as his gentle touch caresses the line of her own jaw, which becomes tense under his touch. Her heart pounds more steadily against her rib cage, and she aches, wondering if he can hear what his presence alone has done to her –
– but then –
This is where you fit, he croons against her ear, as rich as whiskey and as sweet as honey, and a breathless moan becomes strangled within her throat as she presses the skin of her jaw along his wing, peering up at him with doe eyes. Confusion, yearning – and his breath is warm against her, traveling along the length of her neck and into her dark, tousled tresses. Right here is the place you belong, he urges her, his meaningful and deliberate words rifling through her memory, reminding her again of his mouth traveling across the summit of her curves, of him tasting the salty brine of the sea on her skin.
But she had been a girl then, blissfully naïve and foolish –
– but now –
Gone was the girl that had fallen so easily into the ruse of his affection, and though her heart belonged elsewhere, she could not quell the ache within her chest – she could not ignore him.
She averts her gaze, tracing the shadow of darkness along his pale, lavender pelt with her eyes, a hunger stirring within the pit of her belly, one she had once mistaken for love (something he is incapable of; something intangible and impossible). She flinches away from him before he can press himself against her, into her, instead encircling him as she presses her teeth against the ridge of his spine. Her feathers brush against his own as she surges past him, brushing the darkened line of her mouth against the crease of his hip and tasting remnants of the sun on his skin.
”Where have you been?” she murmurs imploringly as she emerges against his other side, ignoring his inquiry, his plea. He had never asked for anything, nor had she – but now, draped in twilight and sheathed in darkness ”I tried to forget you," she never could, "but when I returned – you were gone,” a pause. ”where?”
worlds apart, we were the same until we hit the ground.