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So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie] - Obscene - 06-25-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He had not seen her since he had shed his fur for scales and landed with a heavy splash in the churning dark waters of the sea. It was hard to tell if one had been avoiding the other since that encounter and perhaps he did justify his reasoning of not seeking her out behind a myriad of excuses. Political trips, the never-ending rivalry with Cheri, the relationship between he and his Seneschal which had quickly blurred the lines from their professional relationship into something else.…Something more. However it is shame and fear that share the cold space with his shriveled heart and that is why he truly avoids Revelrie since that storm on the cliff. At first he hadn’t even been sure she had lived, that she hadn’t plummeted with him into the dark recesses of the ocean. Part of him had wondered with dread and guilt if perhaps he had done something to her, if the serpent had taken her for itself. He had prowled the rocky shore after, looking for signs of death or evidence of her passing. It was only when he caught a fresh whiff of her scent amongst the tall Pampas grasses that he breathed a little easier. That he allowed some of that guilt to fade. She was as elusive as ever but the signs of her remained if one knew where to look. As summer fades and the days grow colder, he finds himself alone more often. Aela had started to distance herself from him, coy as ever, focused only on business instead of pleasure. Of course this confused the young immortal who did not understand the importance of the seasons. The fae that had looked after him had never gone into depths about sex education, perhaps figuring he knew enough. He did not. What he knew went as far as what Aela had allowed him. There had been another when the golden mare had started to withdraw, a mare who he hadn’t even caught the name of, that he had turned to in rather a fit of spite and loneliness after a particularly nasty run-in with Cheri. There had never been any set “rules” between him and Aela, no definition of what exactly they had become. Regardless, he hadn’t liked the feeling of a one night stand and the pressing emotions it left and so he simply waited. Waited for Aela to set her sights back on him. But he thought often of the smoky mare and her gold markings. The brightness in her eyes and the way she had pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before diving like a madwoman off the cliff with lightning flashed around her. It is the middle of autumn when the skies cloud over again with gray and rain drizzles in the late afternoon as he finds a familiar place on that same cliff and watches the storm breaking on the horizon. He watches and he waits. Waits to see if perhaps today he might finally be able to see a ghost. obscene @revelrie RE: So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie] - revelrie - 06-28-2021 REVELRIE it feels like falling, it feels like rain, @Obscene RE: So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie] - Obscene - 06-28-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me When she finally comes up the path, he is careful to keep his red gaze to the sea so she cannot sense the moment of reassurance he has that it's not been her actual ghost he's glimpsed these past months. He hides the small smile he gives himself for guessing correctly that she wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of the weather either. “I believe I corrected you last time but I’m happy to do so again.” He drawls in his lazy indifferent way before finally looking at her. It’s impossible to miss the new feathery appendages that lay across her backside and it is a wicked curl of amusement that momentarily softens the hard lines of his face. She had tricked him and he is delighted as only a Fae could be. “No, you didn’t.” He observes with that smug smirk that pulls at the soft corners of his lips and twists them into something villainous, that wickedness in his eyes that hide his relief. Glittering rubies in dark sockets linger on the crackling lines along the outer ridges of her feathers. “You must be terribly disappointed.” He simply grins at her because the only thing he can say is no and even that simple word would leave him feeling more vulnerable then he would like. No, he’s not disappointed that she had managed to live. That she had pulled wings out of thin air and let him plummet to an almost certain death below. He remembers the snake and his grin fades slightly as he turns to watch the lighting cracking in the far distance, as if calling in solidarity to the light that dances along Revelrie's feathery appendages. Out of the corner of his eye he can see her watching too and he steals that moment from her, that moment meant for him, when he finds the softness in her eyes and a joy that hadn’t been there before. It was nice to have a friend like her and he would die before he ever admitted such a thing. He would find a way to set the snake within him on the throat of whoever might foolishly mention that it touched him somewhere in that coldness inside him. That he cared about her, just a little. She unfurls her wings and he is drawn to look at them again as she asks if he had jumped too. And it is with pure mockery that he acts as if he is thinking as the red of his eyes glitter dangerously at her. “Hmm.. Let me see. You know I think I did.” His voice is sarcastic in all the right places as he tears his gaze from her and that smirk falls back into place. He stares out past the place they had jumped and remembers. “Luckily we both had tricks up our sleeve.” He says, amused and assuming that she had (unfortunately) witnessed the thing he had become on his flight down to the sea. Perhaps she had stayed up there, had simply flown in a circle and landed back on the cliff without him. Taking her favorite place back and outwitting the prankster in one fell swoop and was here now to tease him for his stupidity. Once more he feels that thrill of delight run along his spine and it registers in the crook of his mouth. On the subject of their insane plummet from the cliff, he snorts softly, still in disbelief that they had done something so insane. “What fools we are.” He says quietly to himself and then laughs because if he said it then it must be true. obscene @revelrie RE: So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie] - revelrie - 08-09-2021 REVELRIE it feels like falling, it feels like rain, @Obscene RE: So I keep waiting to touch somebody [Revelrie] - Obscene - 08-09-2021 I can see through you, see your true colors Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He is savage gold and sharp edges, serpentine smiles and jagged uncut rubies. She had cut herself against him just as surely as he had pricked his finger when he had ran it carelessly across her broken exterior. ”Did you like it?” She asks, and he is silent. A hint of darkness that follows the storm of thoughtfulness that crosses across a tide of red. Had he? There had been a moment in the falling, a wild unleashing of freedom in the release of knowing that he was no longer in control of anything at all. That nothing in that moment had ever mattered. Perhaps that’s what some might call the “thrill” of it all. “I don’t know.” He answers honestly enough, his tone low and brooding. He thinks he had tried to reach for her once. He’s not sure why, if it was because he wanted to drag her down with him or try to break her fall. He might have remembered if it hadn't been for that endless hunger which consumed him from the inside out as he became something other then himself. If she had seen the serpent she seems strangely unfazed and he wonders if perhaps she hadn’t caught his fall from grace. Had somehow missed how he was casted from Eden and plunged below, how the ocean waves parted to swallow the snake back into the pits of hell where it belonged. He is lost in this remembrance, something shadowy flickering behind the endless sea of red. Her voice breaks through the smoky fog, calling him back beside her as he is drawn to the uncertainty written across her pretty face. She was a storm, wasn’t she? Not like the ones he associates with Cheri… Revelrie is a different type of tempest. One he can never, would never, be able to fully understand. He is quiet in the wake of her musings, allowing them the space that they needed. Still she orbits around him, a star refusing to streak across the sky. Fools. Yes, they were both fools. Both who had carelessly plunged into a storm.. for what. To seek…what exactly? Behind the streaked sky and pelting rain, what exactly did they hope to find? There is something in her gaze that reminds him of the way moonlight casts shadows on a summer starlit night. Of the first petals in the greeting of Spring. Something delicate, something fragile. She could be so easy to break but he finds he doesn’t want to. He wants to keep her pieced together, keep her from flipping herself off a cliff just in case her parachute failed to open. She is taunting him again and his predatory grin resurfaces as the Dark Fae becomes distracted by her humor. A wickedness in the curve of her mouth that he quickly matches with his own. “Who indeed?” He murmurs huskily, a flare of desire suddenly coursing through his veins. A want, a need, to be closer to her. A memory of Aela comes to him then (as well as the familiar ache that he’s come to accept with her absence) as the ghost of her kisses whisper along his skin. His crimson gaze lingers along the constellations blazed along her skull and wonders if she tastes of otherworldly delights too. Something delicate, something he has never tasted before. Something shifts in the air, something changes in her demeanor and he watches her carefully, sensing something important was coming. He doesn’t answer her right away, studies the delicate intricacies of the patterns that make her everything she is, follows the gentle curves of her jaw that leads to that soft tempting smile. His gaze is not on her when he finally answers with raw and rare honesty. “I didn’t want you to die alone.” He had not doubted that he might live through the encounter. The ghostly remains of his mortality lingered just enough to give a jolt of fright when he had hurtled over the edge but there is a fearlessness that comes with immortality and he had never truly feared for his life. Not really. He had cared though about her. Had cared if she had gone to meet her maker afraid and alone. It had mattered to him quite a lot. He didn’t know why. It just did. There is a sudden flash of uncertainty in his usual callous gaze, a young immortal out of his depth. He doesn’t like not feeling in control now that he was back on land with his hooves firmly planted to the ground. He needs to fix it, needs to center himself and he does so by suddenly closing the distance between them. His lips hover at the crook of her neck, as if inspecting her for wounds, but the truth is that he wants to know what it might feel like to make one so fearless as she tremble against him. “You play some dangerous games, Ghost.” He whispers in a smoky voice as his lips just barely graze the tip of her ear. He wants to do more, wants to see if she will taste of the salt of the sea (he highly suspects she will) but simply watches her carefully for the signs of her acceptance. That she wants this, that she would willingly jump into another storm, one that they had created together. obscene @revelrie |