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represent the ashes that you leave behind. || gaige - Levi - 04-04-2017
The sun is unbearable, its unyielding, obscene light blinding and pure. The immense, scathing heat of the midday is provoked by its radiance, causing the ground below to simmer slowly with its scalding incandescence. A single bead of sweat brushes across his youthful cheek, staining the russet hair that lay so neatly against the curve of his jawline. His nostrils flare and his chest heaves with a soft but heavy sigh, his mismatched eyes peering across the barren plain, as lengthy tendrils of wheat delicately stroke the length of his wiry legs and the soft line of his underbelly. The day is young, yet undeniably droll and without luster. It is too quiet, sans the distant echo of chirping and the quiet bubbling of a nearby brook, and he cannot stifle the irritation simmering in his blood.
Though a flickering ember continually burns inside of him, aching for release, yearning to be wielded, he has managed some semblance on control - for the most part, at least. He is certain that a part of him, deep inside where the lining of his delicate tissue meets the heavy pounding of his beating heart, is burnt - damaged, with any and all tangible emotion deformed by the biting flames that burn within. The thought nearly draws a faint smile to his pale lips, his teeth bared beneath the gleaming light of day.
He is suddenly torn from his reverie as a glimmer of soft gold and blinding magenta seemingly shivers beneath the bleak sunlight, and a huff of discontent emerges from his parted lips - he is intrigued. Trickling beads of sweat slide along the length of his thick, broad neck as he moves forward towards the flicker of color - he is sizable, much like his own father - a force to be reckoned with as his gangling legs and awkward limbs gave way to the heavily muscled girth of his heritage. Though he is still young, testosterone surges within his veins, and with it, an insatiable craving for something awry.
"You," he muses thoughtfully as his eyes - one a deep, endless brown and the other a vivid, blinding red - observe the much smaller individual. As his gaze bores into him, a painful heat exudes from the mass of his body, easily scalding the unaware male standing before him. "you don't belong here."
Though a flickering ember continually burns inside of him, aching for release, yearning to be wielded, he has managed some semblance on control - for the most part, at least. He is certain that a part of him, deep inside where the lining of his delicate tissue meets the heavy pounding of his beating heart, is burnt - damaged, with any and all tangible emotion deformed by the biting flames that burn within. The thought nearly draws a faint smile to his pale lips, his teeth bared beneath the gleaming light of day.
He is suddenly torn from his reverie as a glimmer of soft gold and blinding magenta seemingly shivers beneath the bleak sunlight, and a huff of discontent emerges from his parted lips - he is intrigued. Trickling beads of sweat slide along the length of his thick, broad neck as he moves forward towards the flicker of color - he is sizable, much like his own father - a force to be reckoned with as his gangling legs and awkward limbs gave way to the heavily muscled girth of his heritage. Though he is still young, testosterone surges within his veins, and with it, an insatiable craving for something awry.
"You," he muses thoughtfully as his eyes - one a deep, endless brown and the other a vivid, blinding red - observe the much smaller individual. As his gaze bores into him, a painful heat exudes from the mass of his body, easily scalding the unaware male standing before him. "you don't belong here."
Levi
precarious son of offspring & isle.
RE: represent the ashes that you leave behind. || gaige - gaige - 04-05-2017
If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man.
@[Levi]
RE: represent the ashes that you leave behind. || gaige - Levi - 04-05-2017
”Because I am looking for someone like you,” he murmurs quietly, a wry sneer of amusement pulling at the corners of his ivory mouth. Though young, he is not nearly as young as the other standing before him – nearly grown, and towering over him enough for a foreboding shadow to caress the taut cheek of the boy – but with a trace of his young still lingering in the awkward length of his legs. Though one eye is so dark, it is nearly impossible to discern the pupil from the iris, the other is bright – vivid, piercing, and it bores into the young boy with a mischievous glint tucked away within the blackened gaze.
”Someone like you should not be out alone,” he gently scolds, though the girth of his body is now circling him, though there is still a tinge of amusement weaving its way through each carefully spoken syllable. His voice is deep, already tainted by the testosterone that has become as much a part of him as the blood that simmers within his veins, but there is a precarious darkness behind each word. ”you might find someone as dangerous as I am.”
And then, laughter bubbles from within, and a careless grin is given - as if to say, just kidding.
There is a flickering of fire that emerges along his withers, seamlessly crawling across his skin as it drapes across the two-toned pattern of his coat – the flames flicker and waver in the gentle breeze; and all the while he is untouched – impervious to the heat or scalding potential. He is nearly shoulder to shoulder with him now, his skin tantalizingly close to his. He has burned many things - but there is a part of him, however small, that longs to see what it might be like to burn another.
”Your mother isn’t coming back for you,” he utters simply, suddenly growing bored with the dull conversation. ”you shouldn’t waste your time.”
”Someone like you should not be out alone,” he gently scolds, though the girth of his body is now circling him, though there is still a tinge of amusement weaving its way through each carefully spoken syllable. His voice is deep, already tainted by the testosterone that has become as much a part of him as the blood that simmers within his veins, but there is a precarious darkness behind each word. ”you might find someone as dangerous as I am.”
And then, laughter bubbles from within, and a careless grin is given - as if to say, just kidding.
There is a flickering of fire that emerges along his withers, seamlessly crawling across his skin as it drapes across the two-toned pattern of his coat – the flames flicker and waver in the gentle breeze; and all the while he is untouched – impervious to the heat or scalding potential. He is nearly shoulder to shoulder with him now, his skin tantalizingly close to his. He has burned many things - but there is a part of him, however small, that longs to see what it might be like to burn another.
”Your mother isn’t coming back for you,” he utters simply, suddenly growing bored with the dull conversation. ”you shouldn’t waste your time.”
Levi
precarious son of offspring & isle.
@[gaige]