09-12-2020, 07:56 PM
A giggle of glee bubbles from my throat, childish and exuberant. "How marvelous!" I crow, eyes alight with manic fever. "How perfectly wonderful of you, Balto. I knew I chose right, I just knew it. Together, you and I will do spectacular things." My lips pressed to his cheek briefly, a hard peck more than a kiss.
My eyes take on a brief, flinty cast as he mentions Them. I am not Theirs, not really. But I swallow the bitter feeling down, replace it with a plastic smile. "Of course," I say, wings fluttering erratic by my sides. "We cannot do it alone." I murmur, looking at but not seeing the trees around us. The Voices snicker to themselves, calling me pitiful, unreliable, a failure. I have been all these things and more, but I think. I think this time may be different.
A flurry of pastel down floats to the thick leaves at my feet while I pace, humming an off-key melody to myself as a move to and fro. Can't stop moving, can't stop. They will catch me. No. No, I will catch them first. I will catch them unawares, hunting the hunters and bleeding them dry.
Then I freeze, and turn to him. Ice blue eyes meeting across the void. "Bleed for me. I want your blood on my tongue before anyone else's. I want to know you are mine, body and soul." He is beautiful, so beautiful, standing in the dark, a shadow at my side. And I want to taste him, to know he is real. My body moves to press against his again, but softly this time. A touch that barely grazes his skin, my breath a feather's glance on his face. He is warm, so warm on my malnorurished figure, and solid as stone.
He is my tool and my weapon, and I adore him so.
@[Balto]
My eyes take on a brief, flinty cast as he mentions Them. I am not Theirs, not really. But I swallow the bitter feeling down, replace it with a plastic smile. "Of course," I say, wings fluttering erratic by my sides. "We cannot do it alone." I murmur, looking at but not seeing the trees around us. The Voices snicker to themselves, calling me pitiful, unreliable, a failure. I have been all these things and more, but I think. I think this time may be different.
A flurry of pastel down floats to the thick leaves at my feet while I pace, humming an off-key melody to myself as a move to and fro. Can't stop moving, can't stop. They will catch me. No. No, I will catch them first. I will catch them unawares, hunting the hunters and bleeding them dry.
Then I freeze, and turn to him. Ice blue eyes meeting across the void. "Bleed for me. I want your blood on my tongue before anyone else's. I want to know you are mine, body and soul." He is beautiful, so beautiful, standing in the dark, a shadow at my side. And I want to taste him, to know he is real. My body moves to press against his again, but softly this time. A touch that barely grazes his skin, my breath a feather's glance on his face. He is warm, so warm on my malnorurished figure, and solid as stone.
He is my tool and my weapon, and I adore him so.
@[Balto]