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another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Tantalize - 10-14-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Offspring - 10-14-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; Time was unyielding, and it would wait for no one.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He had learned such truth the hard way – and though his own youth remained, it escaped so many others, and he had lost all that he had, time and time again. Love, companionship and even his darkest, most malevolent enemies – all had been lost, and swept out with the wayward, but ravenous tide, swallowed whole by the sea with nothing but sand particles and drifting ashes left in its wake. Eventually, time no longer had any meaning – it carried on, and so did he, and the days became months and the months became years. He stopped counting; he stopped yearning for a life that he could never have – love, most of all, had been intangible for him. Time had always found its way into the wise and dying eyes of those who captured his heart, and though he had braved war, famine and destruction in his time, there would always be a small shred of cowardice in the face of mortality. Not his own, but of those he loved. It had been a long time since he had felt anything more than a stirring in his loin. His heart had thought itself taken, only to be spurned and rejected for the darkness that lingered inside of him, like a flickering ember within a hearth of white-hot flame. He had given his all, until it had been too much, and then his eye had wandered – and in time, her heart had wandered, too. He would take the blame; he had been selfish and consumed with himself and his own anguish – and the old, familiar wound of his self-loathing had opened again, blossoming into an abhorrence for his own prowess and for his own existence that he had thought deeply buried. Her love had been conditional. He wondered if it had ever been true. Yet, he no longer felt that he had an eternity before him – He had begun to feel his bones and tendons ache and creak, and there is a subtle line of age in the crease around his dark, scarlet eyes. The heavy scarring across his breast and along his neck and shoulder had largely been obtained each and every time his heavy, burdensome body had been thrust against the jagged shoreline – each and every time he had tried to drown himself in the restless sea, only to be spat back out, bleeding and broken but mended - again, by the hand of time. Perhaps, even for him, the hand of time would stop – His mind would drift, to the many years he had lived and all that accompanied them. He would think of her, of that distant eve beneath the pale moonlight, with anguish and desire swirling within the golden iris of her gaze, uncertain, unsteady – he wondered if his heart, so often settled and nearly still, thrumming rapidly inside of his chest had meant anything. If the shiver her lips had sent down the length of his spine was truly awakening a fire within him that had not been lit in many years. He wondered if it was too late for him, to find some semblance of contentment, to find someone willing to take all that he is – his past, his present, the darkness and the light. And when he does see her, with the soft sunlight shining across her cheek – playing along her telltale markings, tracing the feminine slope of her neck, and highlighting the golden gleam of her eye, he is certain that the unfamiliar warmth he had felt stir in the pit of his belly and the hearth of his chest had not been by happenstance. It had been so long since his heart had been stirred by anything at all that he had forgotten how it felt for a knot to slowly become wound up within his chest, stealing his breath, leaving him faint – Fool, he quietly broods. if she cared to see you, she would have sought you. But he cannot keep his heavily muscled legs from carrying him to her – and his mind is elsewhere, as his gaze traces over the curve of her hip and the finely preened feathers of her tucked wings, where his blunt teeth gently nip with a soft whuff of air, inhaling the salty brine of the sea that has woven into her skin and into the delicate fold of her feathers. The sun is hot along the broadness of his back, sinking into his flesh, highlighting the puckered pink of his scarring – but he does not mind it, focused rather on her, amusement flickering in his own gaze. ”What are the odds of finding you here, so far from home?” he murmurs to her as he finally averts his heavy stare to the gathering before him. It was not often that he wandered from his own domain, but even he grew restless for more than the stagnant humidity and dense, wavering grassland of his volcanic island. The memory of Nayl, scathing and prying into his intentions with Tantalize, resurfaces, and quietly, he is left wondering what Tantalize might say, should she find out that her Queen saw her as little else but a pawn in a game with an adversary. But for now – ”I wondered when I might see you again,” he confesses to her quietly, gazing to her again, his stare steady along the feminine curve of her cheek. ”if I might see you again. I hoped that I would.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Tantalize - 10-14-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Offspring - 10-14-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; You know where to find me.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. The last words he had spoken to her – each truer than the last; he was never far from the shoreline of the rumbling volcanic island that had become his domicile. His oasis. No longer did he pine for the ice and snow he once did – the heat within his chest had become a part of him, as did the burning ember that licked the surface of his marred skin and festered beneath tender muscle and bone. He could hardly remember the numbness of the frigid tundra he had once called his own – but such was his existence; he had lived for so long and for so many years that so many of his experiences had begun to run together. Blending – a plethora of emotion, of heartache and loss, of illicit pleasure and deep, unshakable anguish. The sunlight pouring into his skin is not unlike the inferno that burned within him, and he is hardly stirred by it. Nary a bead of sweat arises along the puckered scarring; he, himself, was sunlight and fire and sheer, blistering heat and he had already begun to forget how it felt to be anything but the brimstone that fortified his broad and muscled physique. Nonetheless, the scalding fire of his pyrokinesis can only pale in comparison to the soothing warmth filling his chest as her soft breath brushes across his shoulder, nor the rousing heat simmering once his scarlet gaze is finally met with her own gold-lined irises. He wondered what it would be like to taste her again – to taste her deeper, to draw her closer. Instead, he is stoic, his features unmoving for a moment as his mind contemplates the depth of her gaze, boring into his own, as wayward tresses are tossed aside, framing the feminine line of her cheek. He can feel that she is guarded – he had not expected anything different, though the same yearning to break down the same fortified, barbed barrier remained, burning brightly within the pit of his stomach. Yet, there is a soft bite to her tone - betraying what might lay beneath her own feigned indifference. Gently, his lips brush across her shoulder, tasting the salty brine of her sweat with the richness of sunshine and flora, his whiskered mouth tracing a single semi-circle marking that lay over muscle and bone. He does not linger – he can feel her anger through her skin, taut within the thick but shapely muscle, and his gaze searches for hers again imploringly. ”Tephra is as it always has been – and Reagan?” He murmurs with a rumbling chuckle, raising his broad head once more toward the vast and open summer sky, as a soft gust of warm air weaves its way through his tangled tresses. ”Her heart had been broken, as mine had been, and for a moment, we found shelter in one another,” he says quietly, the ridge of his brow furrowing slightly at the memory – of the darkness that had consumed him then; of the scalding fire that had emerged from his flesh in the heat of passion that – if not for her magic, might have taken her life. ”she was there during a dark moment. There is nothing more to it.” He is quiet, then. Contemplating. The truth was a burden. ”I have been where I have always been. I took it as a sign that you did not come – and even more, I did not come to you because your Queen came to me in the days following. Accused me of having .. the wrong intentions, in seeking you out, and threatened me. Thought that I only sought to be closer to the Nerinian border for some nefarious reason, and said that she might question your taste, should I be telling the truth that I came to see you, and only you.” He pauses, disbelief lining the dark brimstone of his stare – the exchange had left him incredulous – a scoff rising from his tightened throat. ”I did not come to you, because unlike Nayl, I have the capacity to respect the decisions of others. You made the decision to make it your home; what reason would I have to make it more difficult for you? But that does not mean that I did not want to see you again.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Tantalize - 10-14-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Offspring - 10-15-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; He can feel her shift and move beneath the featherlight touch of his lips pressed against her shoulder, breathing in her scent, feeling the muscle beneath tense – and when there is a breathless hitch in her throat, he can sense it, as if it were his own breath becoming caught. For a moment, he is left wondering how it might feel to press fervent kisses into the intimate crook of her thigh, along the rounded curve of her hip – or how the reverberation of a moan might feel against his own marred skin, as his lips travel the ridge of her jaw, tasting her pulse thrumming against his tongue. He can feel the heat of desire pooling in his groin at the thought of it, and he pivots his attention to the gold lacing of her irises, studying the swirl of emotion that linger within.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. When he is met with a smile (fleeting though it is), he is pleasantly surprised, and there is a slight uptick of a smile tugging at the corner of his own mouth. He can sense the uncertainty roiling within her – she may be heavily guarded, but she cannot keep her emotions from reaching the depths of her gaze, and it is her gaze that he is determined to hold steady while his own lips are tightly sealed. There was nothing more to say on the matter; the loneliness of his affliction had been too much and he had made a decision that had sealed his own fate and the fate of a love he once held close to his heart. She had spurned him, flinched away from him when he yearned for her closeness, frightened, despite what still lay beneath the heavy darkness of his torment. When he began to feel isolated and deeply alone, he sought the affection of another – the soft, whispered encouragement while he coveted her, planting his seed deep within her womb, while the vehement darkness of his power fought him for control, threatening to consume all that he had become, all that he was. She had seen in him what no one else had – that deep within, he still lingered beneath the darkness, and if he welcomed the darkness, if he harnessed the firepower roaring angrily within him, the darkness would no longer take hold of him. In the end, what she desired of him, he could not give. Nothing good had ever come from giving his heart away – it always ended up battered, bruised, broken; just as her own had – and though he is forward with her, desiring her, wanting to be closer to her, he is (at the core) as timorous and as apprehensive as she is. Her incredulous expression is met with his own of grim certainty, as the hefty weight of his truth is settled between her shoulders. ”She did,” he murmurs, as the shadow of his scarlet gaze traces the furrowed ridge of her brow, the slender slope of her muzzle, where dark lips and pale teeth lay. ”I can only assume she sees me as a threat. I hold an alliance with Hyaline, with a King that broke free of the Nerinian stronghold, and she does not care for me, nor for him. But I do not care to take anything from her, nor do I care for her power – I have enough,” he pauses, his gaze peering to the distant northern shoreline, where Tephra lay beyond the horizon. ”Tephra is all that I need and want. I came to see you, and only you, but she refused to believe it.” She is quiet – too quiet, festering in a growing inferno of rage as the tender muscle beneath her russet skin quivers and shakes with the sheer adrenaline coursing through her body. The gears within her mind are turning, and when the warmth of her lips is pressed flush to his own, he is taken aback, but a soft moan of approval rises from the sudden tightness of his throat. Deftly, her mouth moves against his, stirring his quiet and steady heartbeat into a thundering frenzy, thrusting raggedly within his chest, while a slow traveling heat traverses the length of his spine. When she breaks free, to brush her lips across his cheek and to place a well-intentioned nip along his jaw, he is aroused, drawn closer to her and breathless. My decisions are my own. ”As are mine,” he murmurs huskily against the curve of her throat, while his whiskered mouth caresses the column where her heated pulse lay under dark, dappled skin – a part of him he had thought buried and dead brought to the surface. He does yearn for her, to cover her and to place warm, ardent kisses between each feminine curve, to taste the heat of her arousal beneath his lips, but it is more than that. He is drawn to her like a fluttering moth to a fickle flame, magnetized – and for a brief, ephemeral moment, he is left wondering if there might be the promise of something more within the heat of her kiss, within the alluring pull of her clandestine presence. His teeth gently caress the ridge of her neck, brushing the broadness of his dark cheek across the entanglement of tresses, inhaling her scent, while his beating heart is pressed flush to her shoulder while his lips travel the length of her spine (careful to not follow it too far, traveling back up to the base of her spine, where he can feel her shiver beneath his touch). His is aware of the summer heat, enveloping him, stirring beads of sweat across the surface of her skin while the surface of her finely preened feathers is warmed to the hollowed bone, and with it, her pheromones are calling to him, drawing him closer and causing him to stiffen with need, but he resists – instead turning cheek and pressing a soft and warm kiss to her jaw, longing to chase the shadow of uncertainty from the half-lidded intensity of her heated gaze. Wanting her to see that he wanted her, but for more than what carnal desire could satisfy. ”I want to see you again. And again, if you’d let me.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Tantalize - 10-15-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Offspring - 10-16-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He can think of nothing else but the simmering fire slowly stirring within him, blossoming into a raging inferno within the hearth of his chest, and he is forced to consciously subdue it – to keep the heat from reaching the surface of his marred skin, and to quiet the ember longing to trace the hard lines of muscle and bone across the length of the broad physique. The fire within him is always burning; a flicker dully lit beneath his heart, reminding him of the anguish and suffering he had been forced to endure simply to survive - but the fire that is stoked by the way she is left quivering beneath his fervent, wanting touch, and the soft hum of desire that emerges from her barely parted lips is a fire with more intensity than his own – and when her voice rises, cutting through the heaviness of the stagnant summer air, he can think of nothing he desires more. I would let you, she murmurs to him, sultry and laced with desire. again and again - and quietly, he is left wondering if her words are not symbolism with an entirely different meaning. He is answered by the way her dark lips brush across his jaw, and the ridge of his cheekbone – his dark and lurid gaze bores into her own, tracing the gleam of gold hidden within. Before he can lean forward to catch her parted lips with his own, she is gone – bounding away from him with a squeal, and he cannot stifle his laughter, watching as her dappled skin is bathed by sunlight and gleaming with delicate beads of sweat, trickling down along her feminine curves, luring him closer so that he might taste the salty brine of her skin along with the dogwood and lotus entangled within her tousled tresses. It does not take him long to reach her, his teeth gently placing an affectionate nip along her hip as his long and heavily muscled legs stride toward her, immersing himself within the dense foliage to be closer to her without prying eyes. She has pivoted, pressing herself flush against his chest where his thundering heart lurches forth against its iron confinement, yearning to be closer to her, thrumming vigorously through his veins and surging adrenaline through the length of his fire-laced body. Her lips press against his own, and another soft, guttural groan rises from his chest, as the heat of her mouth moving with his rouses him to attention, stiffening with need as the slender curve of her body slides around his own, while her lips and teeth affectionately kiss and bite along the sensitive curve of his ribcage and flank. His gaze has darkened into a smoldering ember of brimstone and fire, following her as she presses her lips against the most intimate parts of him, while he aches to do the same to her, but he is still. When she is close to him again, tucked beneath the thick curve of his neck while his name – soft, almost a breathy moan of desire – falls from her parted lips. Her scent has enveloped him, and he can sense nothing but her – not the faint beam of sunlight peeking through the dense canopy of maple and pine, nor the gentle breeze caressing his skin and entangling itself within his tangled mane. She is all that he can see, and when she has tucked her chin away from his own, gold-laced irises averted while a gentle plea falls from her lips in a fervent whisper (be gentle with me), he is drawn closer to her while a soft kiss is pressed to the ridge of her jawline – gentle, at first, but then more firmly placed, with the same burning flame flickering within the hearth of his chest for her. His head is lowered, then, while the fiery ember of his gaze seeks out her own, holding it steady while his whiskered mouth brushes across her own with a soft murmur of his own. ”I will; I promise you.” But his passion for her cannot be contained, and his lips brush along the column of her neck to reach her shoulder, tracing a line of shapely muscle and bone to place soft kisses, feeling her pulse thrum once more beneath his lips. His cheek caresses the slope of her spine, while his mouth is sweeping down along the curve of her barrel to touch and kiss the sensitive skin that lay beneath, to where her own thigh meets her flank, and he can feel her quiver in delight as her breathy moans cause him to throb with desire. He is not hurried – as the swell of her hip is met with his shoulder, his kisses become more deliberate, as his warm breath caresses the most intimate part of her, where she has blossomed and parted for him, and he can very nearly taste her – And then he does. Her arousal is intoxicating, and he is slow and thoughtful to caress every inch of her, as the reverberation of a deep, raucous moan flutters across her delicate skin. He can feel the subtle urgency of her pressing back against his mouth, delving deeper and closer to her as the heat of his kisses slide up along her thigh and onto her hip with her arousal clinging still to his whiskered mouth as it trails along the ridge of her hipbone. The curvaceous wonder of her rounded rump presses back against his chest, and though he desires to covet her, to take her for his own, he does not – not until the golden gleam of her gaze is boring into his own; until her own desire is made known to him with writhing, quivering need, and he can feel her weight shift as her legs are parted – splayed for him. Her name is soft and husky on his lips as he rises to take her, drawing her closer with his forelegs while his weight is shifted, and all at once, she is his, and he is hers – pressed deeply within and filling her, while his lips and teeth press urgent kisses across the dappling of her skin while her name is uttered with deep, throaty desire. He is gentle with her, and his movements are slow and careful, moving with her like the rhythmic ocean tide – to and fro, with huskily whispered sweetness pressed against her shoulder, into the tangled, tousled tresses that carry the scent of the coastline and of palm fronds, enveloping him and bringing him closer to an end. When at last he can feel her unravel beneath him, he, too, falls beneath the undertow of desire with a deep groan of her name, breathless and trembling when brought to completion. When he does drop alongside her, his mouth is pressed yet again to her, affectionately tracing the faint ridges of her ribcage as her breathing is slowed, as his own is. Gently, quietly, Tantalize is the name breathed from his parted lips into the entanglement of her mane, drawing her closer and feeling her heart beat in time with his own, sated but desiring to know more of her than he had ever desired anything – or anyone – before. OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Tantalize] RE: another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any] - Tantalize - 10-16-2017 tantalize @[Offspring] |