08-24-2015, 11:07 PM
”Ghosts are always there. As am I.” He murmurs into the thickness of her mane before pulling back, meeting her gaze with his own steely crimson glare. Perhaps Mast, the worthy King, is too distracted by politics to notice that his little companion has stepped away from his protective stance. Moving towards the darkness, towards him. In response, he takes a few steps back as if to draw her further away. His laughter is soft as it eases from his chest, a taunting look to his broken doll. ”Such lies that come from such sweet lips.” Another low chortle as he tosses his head, continuing to ease back from her while hissing his haunting words. Lacing them together in a snare to trap her. ”You will never find the security you seek dear girl. It’s impossible. You’re only safe in what you know.” Curved lips, glimmer of crimson. ”All you know is ghosts. You want ghosts.” He holds her gaze, refusing to drop it and not allowing her to look elsewhere either. There is no magic here, not the magic that runs rampant in this world. It’s a different element that weaves the tone of his voice and the tantalizing words that drip with honey and promise. ”Admit it, little ruined girl, you want me.” The swish of his tail against the side of his flank, the crimson gaze peering through tendrils of dirty white. Filled with empty promises. Ashes in his mouth. ”All you have to do is say it.” - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf |
@[Reuen]