11-17-2019, 04:11 PM
She feels the strange thrumming in the earth.
There is some tendril of something snaking its way across the terrain.
Faster and faster.
Until it reaches her and itches up her legs.
It is a peculiar thing but her confusion – brief and corrupt – does not show on her face. The expression remains cool, passive. Even as warmth travels up into her chest and then, suddenly, becomes something cold. Ice cold. It closes a fist around her heart, which struggles to beat around it.
But it inspires no fear. She does not panic. She does not throw back her wild head or roll her wild eyes. She does not scream or shriek or unhinge her jaw in some desperate attempt to shirk this strange thing that has begun to crush her heart.
The cold spreads through her veins. It is not long before she loses sensation in her legs. She could sink to her knees, surrender to this strange thing. But she remains on her feet as a wicked kind of grin ties up the corners of her mouth. She closes her eyes, delighting in the strangeness of it. She drags in a shuddering breath as a sharp twinging pain spirals through the struggling heart.
She tips back her head finally, the grin remaining. She shivers with her delight, licks her lips. There is some guttural sound that swells and bursts at the base of her throat. Yes, she thinks. This will do.
There is some tendril of something snaking its way across the terrain.
Faster and faster.
Until it reaches her and itches up her legs.
It is a peculiar thing but her confusion – brief and corrupt – does not show on her face. The expression remains cool, passive. Even as warmth travels up into her chest and then, suddenly, becomes something cold. Ice cold. It closes a fist around her heart, which struggles to beat around it.
But it inspires no fear. She does not panic. She does not throw back her wild head or roll her wild eyes. She does not scream or shriek or unhinge her jaw in some desperate attempt to shirk this strange thing that has begun to crush her heart.
The cold spreads through her veins. It is not long before she loses sensation in her legs. She could sink to her knees, surrender to this strange thing. But she remains on her feet as a wicked kind of grin ties up the corners of her mouth. She closes her eyes, delighting in the strangeness of it. She drags in a shuddering breath as a sharp twinging pain spirals through the struggling heart.
She tips back her head finally, the grin remaining. She shivers with her delight, licks her lips. There is some guttural sound that swells and bursts at the base of her throat. Yes, she thinks. This will do.
these violent delights have violent ends
g o s p e l,
