let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
She sighs, and pulls back just enough. The curved planes of Ceara's body crossed Warrick's gaze as she pulled her red eyes from the mountain, and settled upon his body. She wanted so much to put aside the lingering fear - the knowledge - that there was another. That there was something that she was pressing into - something that she in all her youth did not know or care to know. Yes, the name Tangerine did exist, and so did his children. And yet in her all her ignorance, Ceara could not find it in her heart to be aware of the fact that perhaps she should learn to give up, to find happiness elsewhere. That perhaps she should go to Nerine after all - that maybe, with time and distance, her best way to serve Tephra, and its King, was to separate herself from it. Nerine, prior to this, had simply been a thought - an adventure - to piss off her parents and to drag secrets out of her brother. She was too young to understand the older intricacies of relationships, and that maybe Warrick was not hers to love. She wishes no ill will on Tangerine. She does not know her. But likewise, she only knows so much in this world. Childish visions of Nerine still dance before her, but maybe - maybe. If she had more experience (intuition), maybe she would have seen that she needed to choose another path. Ceara still has much growing up to do.
But since that time under the volcano, days had passed in a blurr, in which Ceara did not know how the rest of her life was going to go. She has done much growing up, with the new knowledge that so much was going on beyond her vision - beyond her grasp. She suddenly had realized that there was so much she had not known, had not seen; that Levi had been keeping the dirtier side of politics and power away from his treasured little sister. But Ceara was no longer some small child who could just put away the things she had seen - the images that still haunted her. The things that power brought, the things it made one capable of doing. The things it made Levi capable of doing.
The things that Warrick was capable of doing.
Was she powerful enough to take on this level of power? Would she be okay destroying lives if it meant keeping her family safe? She knew she talked a good game. But Ceara lived the cushy life of a young princess. Though her father no longer ruled Tephra, her life has changed little in the years she's been here. And the image of Levi's blood trailing his neck - the bruises Karaugh sustained.
Little Ceara had truly grown up within these last days, and suddenly she was wishing she was the young girl who could still hide under her mother's girth, pressing into Reagan's warmth where she knew she was safe.
And yet, the only place she currently felt safe, even in the shadow of her favorite place, was right here. With Warrick. And Ceara did not have it in her heart to trust whether or not he would be there for her, or where she stood with him. What did he see her as? Was she Tephra, or was she Tangerine? Warrick, the man, was very different than the Overseer. She knew that Warrick cared for all those who called Tephra home. But the way he cared for them, was vastly different than the way he cared for Tangerine. The man, versus the job. The brown man with the blue eyes and the easy smiles who made her promises in the middle of a summer swim, was different from the cold soldier who demanded the release of a captured prisoner. The entities were very different, and it left Ceara with a sense of longing. Because when he had left her, he had barely touched her... But he had not once looked in her direction.
He had simply left.
And yet now, in the light of a twilight, and the red glow of the lava flow - her Warrick was back. Warm smiles, fudge colored body warm and pliable. Sweet, quiet words of assurance of dear friends. Dear...more? Because even though he has said he was unable to give more... He has not retreated. He has not stepped back. He stays still, allowing the rolling of their bodies and heartbeats to become inter-mingled, twined together in the dark. Words, promises, whispered like a lover in her ear. She shivers, wanting to believe him, her red eyes going soft, wanting to take him in.
Simply wanting to know where she stood. She finds that she is confused, and when he speaks, it is with such assurancy, such sweetness, that it makes her heart skip a beat. And yet she still longs to know, in which category has her King, her Overseer, her Warrick placed her. Is she in his Kingdom, or is she in his heart?
She places a kiss to his shoulder, letting the warmth of her breath linger there, before stepping back again, needing to see him - needing him to see her. Do you really mean it? she wants to ask him, but she falls silent, instead, she searches his face. "Warrick," she says outloud, wanting to say his name, needing to lay some sort of claim to it, even if it was not hers to lay possession to. "What will happen to Levi now that Kolera's mother has been released?"
A far tangent from what they had been discussing - but of late, her rock in Levi has been shaken, and Ceara is just looking for something... anything to cling to. She needs a new foundation to stand upon, and wonders silently if Warrick could be the one she could lean on. A mark of her youth, despite a very grown up emotion she feels for the man with her. It makes her want to confide in him, and to give him her heart. Wanting to know for the first time, what it would be like to be intimate with a man.
What it would be like, to be intimate with Warrick.
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation
@[Warrick]