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and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Lirren - 05-28-2016 And inside you're burning The stars stretch over her in a sea of unbroken midnight velvet, twinkling at her in benign beauty. In utter betrayal. Lirren starlit daughter of joythief and carnage @[Daeryssa] RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Daeryssa - 06-14-2016 As my son has aged, he has become more and more inclined to wander on his own. I understand the impulse, having spent most of my youth doing exactly the same. He continues to learn much from both of his parents, but he likes alone time to synthesize the information and to make his own observations and explore the world on his terms. So now that my love is busy with a fabulous little project of his own, I find myself doing the same: wandering solo for the first time in a good year and a half, almost two if you count the months I did so while carrying Tycho. It is...less satisfying than I remember. Stumbling across a lovely new flower or creature or land formation is much more fun when there's someone to share it with. Or two someones. I could, I suppose, interrupt my brother and his lover from their perpetual entanglement. But I can imagine how...displeased I would be if he were to interrupt me in a similar state. And their lovely daughter spends most of her time with her grandmother exploring old haunts and learning all about Beqanna. Somehow...somehow I'm not quite up for a tour of the old homestead, yeah? So. Solo it is. The night is lovely, stars spilling endlessly across the midnight sky. And as I wander the Meadow, in idle search of something to capture my attention, those stars reach down from high above and illuminate an equally lovely sight. Darkness dims the vibrant red of her coat, the teal of her mane and tail muted by the cover of night. An elegant star on her forehead stands out most, and on her cheek, a faint hint of scarring just visible beneath the dark of a moonless sky. Ah, but my family has never been the type to run from a few scars. Most of us have worn ours as badges of honor. I fought to wear mine as an outward sign of the monster I'd believed myself to be, once upon a fever dream. Gave them up for my favorite brother, even if the bastard did set me on fire. Still, I don't regret their absence. There's not a mark on the powder blue of my coat, no patchwork stitches cutting across the steel blue of my dun markings showing where my family had to put me back together. No slashes across the blue violet of my dorsal stripe, and my matching violet mane and tail long since grew back, the outermost edges lightly frosted with the powder blue of my coat. Still. I can admire the story behind a good scar, even if I have none to speak of any longer. In another life, or a couple of years ago, I would have been tempted to flirt. Would have wondered what those scars would feel like beneath my lips, what her skin tasted like, what sounds she would make if I touched her just right. So I am a little surprised when curiosity doesn't unfurl its lovely wings in my belly and urge me closer, closer. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I barely notice anyone who isn't Pazuzu or Tycho. They're my whole damn world, those two, and everyone else is just periphery. No. Not everyone. Family is slowly trickling their way back into my life, Mom and Drow and Arzhur and Dara. Still, most of the rest of the world fades to insignificance when those two are around. So much for being determined to be nothing like my mother. My family is all that matters. Dammit. Determined to...I don't know, hold onto some semblance of a life outside being an almost-wife and mother, I forge ahead. Taking a couple of steps forward, I close the distance between myself and the lovely stranger to something more sociable. “Lovely night, isn't it?” I ask, casting another glance up at the stars. Then I meet her gaze and smile, an expression surprisingly lacking in its usual hint of wickedness. “Name's Ryss.” Daeryssa of the restless heart ((I am so sorry this took so long. :| She's finally cooperating again.)) RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Lirren - 06-16-2016 And inside you're burning She has always been a creature apart, but not as one might expect. Many would consider her to be, well, less than good. Much less. Certainly she has never tried to be. But still she has never fit the mold of those considered evil either. She is something else entirely. Above and apart. Lirren starlit daughter of joythief and carnage RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Daeryssa - 06-22-2016 Her gaze idly traverses my body and it's clear I'm not the only one who likes what I see. Still, it seems more of an appreciation for one another's aesthetics than anything else, admiration for an appealing figure and striking coloring. Even as a her lips slowly curl into a smile, even as her eyes linger along their journey across my hips, my side, my chest, the curve of my neck, the spark of hunger I have seen so often in Pazuzu's eyes is absent from Lirren's silver ones. Curiosity, perhaps, but no active attraction I can see. “The night is always lovely, you're right,” I agree, looking away from the lovely teal of her mane and back up to the stars. There is beauty in the darkness whether it is a clear night like tonight with stars dancing their way around the north star, or their presence is covered by a blanket of cloud cover, or a storm rages and rain falls heavy in the night. Still, there is something so profound about staring into the vast void of space, staring out toward the edge of the universe and being reminded of how very small we are, and how very inconsequential. And yet, we are everything. To those distant stars, we are smaller than the cells that make up our bodies, and so much less relevant. So unimportant to their existence. But to me? They are background, beauty visible only in the dark; they are ambiance, and while I hold a great deal of appreciation for their presence, to me they are nothing but pretty scenery. They are as inconsequential to me as I am to them. Those I love are all that matter in any real way. “It is lovely to meet you, Lirren,” I add, my own lips curving into a smile in return. “As for what brings me here...well. Curiosity. Restless feet. And my mate isn't around tonight to...occupy my attention.” Thinking of just how he'd be doing so puts a wicked little edge on that smile of mine. Ah, there's the quiet unfurling, the tingle beneath my skin any time I think of his lips on my neck, his body pressing against mine. A self-deprecating little snort and I'm focusing back on the lovely mare in front of me. “And our son has taken to doing some wandering of his own. I found myself with far too much free time and nothing to fill it. Thought I'd take a little stroll. And yourself?” Daeryssa of the restless heart RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Lirren - 06-23-2016 And inside you're burning Those distant stars, the ones most look upon with only passing interest, are her entire world. She would give anything to live amongst them, to be as one with the cosmos, to burn eternally in their pure and radiant light. But she is woefully earthbound, a creature destined to live amongst the bland and mundane no matter how she wishes to escape into the night skies distant embrace. Lirren starlit daughter of joythief and carnage RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Daeryssa - 06-27-2016 Oh. Well now. The wicked little grin on Lirren's face has my blood running a little hotter, my heart beating a little faster. Maybe I was wrong about her interest being mostly a matter of appreciation for something beautiful. An answering grin curves my own lips upward as I purr, “They do indeed, or at least this one does. I've had a bit of fun with a few others, but no one else has ever come close to comparing.” No one else has ever made lightning sing in my veins, made me hurt so fucking good. No one but Pazuzu makes me feel like burning can be beautiful. No other man really makes me burn at all. Still, that devilish glint in Lirren's eyes is certainly doing interesting things to me. My eyes lock on her lips as she looks to the sky and answers my question. She's a creature of the night, then, drawn to starlight the way I'm drawn to storms. Mmm. The way I'm drawn to Pazuzu, really, and the storm he calls forth inside me every time he looks at me. Every time he touches me. I wonder idly how the lovely Lirren would have taken to his lessons about the universe, the day he took me and our Tycho walking amongst the stars, showing us how they burn, how they live and die, their lives so much longer than the lifespan of a species or a bloodline or a single solitary mare. Would it have fired her blood the way it did mine, seeing the glory of the sky so close up? Oh, with the way those beautiful eyes linger on the stars like a lover yearning to be touched, I bet it would have. Not that I'd take anyone with on our little adventures; that's something for just the three of us. But oh, to watch her catch fire, to watch her come undone, succumbing to a lover made of starlight and all that yearning. Or to one made of flesh and blood and hunger. “It's showing a bit of promise, at least,” I answer, taking a step closer to her. That extra little spark in her eyes makes me want to reach out and touch, taste, brush my lips along her skin. Oops. Mmm, and it's been a while since the body touching mine was softened by curves instead of hard planes of muscle. I didn't miss the feel of silky soft skin in the moonlight until her grin turned a little wicked. “And getting more distracting by the moment,” I add, my voice going a little husky, deepening as my idle admiration kindles into attraction. My eyelids lower, heavy with the first stirrings of hunger. My back arches just a little as I imagine the feel of her velvet-soft teal lips pressing into my skin. One step closer, narrowing the distance between our bodies until it would be so easy to brush against her. “And you? Finding anything that interests you down here?” Daeryssa of the restless heart RE: and inside you're burning {Daeryssa} - Lirren - 07-20-2016 And inside you're burning There is nothing she would not give to walk even once amongst the stars, nothing that would stop her from doing so given half a chance. It is her greatest desire in life, the one thing she wishes for more than anything else in the universe: to be as one with the stars. Lirren starlit daughter of joythief and carnage My apologies for the atrocious wait. Apparently Lirren is feeling frisky though :| |