10-18-2020, 10:29 AM
Molech
She’ll have to leave. Molech knows this and though her absence will leave him with a certain emptiness that he will not be able to satisfy, he will have to allow it. He wants her to return to him, always, and in order to bring that to fruition, he will have to let her go. He can feel the idea of it twisting inside him, a gnarled and ugly thing that he would soon know to label as selfishness, but for now calls adoration. He loves her and that is why she cannot leave. But she must, for how else will she prove she loves him too? He wonders idly what would happen if she doesn’t, but it is fleeting, for he knows it will not come to pass.
His golden lips twitch slightly into a dashing smile at her thoughts - that he would not remember her, that she will be forgotten by him the moment she is gone from his sight. He smiles because there is no way he could and just as equally, there is no way for her to escape his memory.
The young colt feels her gentle shivers beside him, taking a moment to pull his wing from his side somewhat, the curve of it draping slightly over her starry-glass spine. It would be up to her if she fills in the tiniest of empty space between them, though his gesture coaxes her in like a delicate moth to a flame. He gently laughs - a warm sound, heavy in his throat. “Will there be no one missing you?” The question is light and airy, nearly flirtatious, but his pale purple eyes snap to her possessively. Who are his contenders?
She touches him affectionately, offering him more than she realizes. There is a calmness about him then, a gentle flick of his golden tail against a deep evergreen flank. “What if - ” he begins playfully, pausing for effect and bringing his face close to hers, lipping carefully at the smoothness of her cold, sparkling cheek, “I need you always?”
Molech drops the question with a soft curiosity, once again adorning her cage with affection and the ache of young intimacy, so that she may not realize the trap she so willingly walks towards.
His golden lips twitch slightly into a dashing smile at her thoughts - that he would not remember her, that she will be forgotten by him the moment she is gone from his sight. He smiles because there is no way he could and just as equally, there is no way for her to escape his memory.
The young colt feels her gentle shivers beside him, taking a moment to pull his wing from his side somewhat, the curve of it draping slightly over her starry-glass spine. It would be up to her if she fills in the tiniest of empty space between them, though his gesture coaxes her in like a delicate moth to a flame. He gently laughs - a warm sound, heavy in his throat. “Will there be no one missing you?” The question is light and airy, nearly flirtatious, but his pale purple eyes snap to her possessively. Who are his contenders?
She touches him affectionately, offering him more than she realizes. There is a calmness about him then, a gentle flick of his golden tail against a deep evergreen flank. “What if - ” he begins playfully, pausing for effect and bringing his face close to hers, lipping carefully at the smoothness of her cold, sparkling cheek, “I need you always?”
Molech drops the question with a soft curiosity, once again adorning her cage with affection and the ache of young intimacy, so that she may not realize the trap she so willingly walks towards.
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[clementia]