Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
His cruelty had been carefully curated, a hard shell he formed around himself to protect the sensitive heart that laid beating in a cage of bone and muscle. It hadn’t always been the hard shriveled thing that it was now. There had been a time, short and bittersweet, when he had been a cherished boy before he had been forgotten. The hell in his eyes had developed over time, after months turned to years of being alone and at the mercy of those more suited for this world than he. As a mortal in a magical world, one had to learn to protect themselves to the best of their abilities and learn whatever skills it took to survive. It had been a hard lesson to learn but he learned it, quickly.
Those hellish crimson iris’s look back into the drowning waves of hers, the coy smile on her wicked mouth, and he knows what he wants. He doesn’t forget the way it felt when Cheri had been pressed against him, the way his heart had writhed as if it was being burned alive when her mouth met his. He can’t forget the desire he tasted on her skin and the way he had practically combusted under her touch. She stood for everything he despised, everything he hated about himself, everything he hated about this world. So why does he constantly burn for her? Why does she infiltrate every dream, every thought, every moment that he’s had since he left her amongst the wildflowers?
He doesn’t want to think about Cheri anymore, how she always seems to show up before a storm, how inferior she constantly makes him feel. He’s sick of being haunted by her. It’s easier to push the heated emerald gaze from his mind when Aela is there before him, who looks at him as if she can see him for exactly what he was. He’s drawn to that like a moth to a flame, drawn to the young golden mare who looks at him like an equal, who can cut words just as sharp, if not sharper, then he.
He’s none the wiser to the way she flicks through his memories, as she sees Cheri and then perhaps how he now looks at her. The ache is still there as she easily avoids his grasp, the depths of red glittering like dark rubies as it deepens, extends. She’s still so close, so tantalizingly close. What’s missing? She murmurs and a shiver twitches beneath coiled muscles, a ripple amongst a black sea. His features dark and stormy as the tension between them rises and starts to clear his head from its pleasant buzz. There’s a hole inside of him that’s so dark and endless, so twisted and deep, that he’s sure that it can never be filled or made whole (how funny that his father had once felt exactly the same). And yet, he looks at Aela. He looks at her and wonders.
He knows what’s missing.
A grin spreads slowly and smugly across his lips, hiding his nerves that jumble up inside himself. He’s not experienced in the world of seduction but that does not mean he’s not game to try. “Let me show you.” His voice gruff and filled with more conviction than what he actually feels. There’s a brief flicker of that first kiss with Cheri (of hard angles of clear quartz and the dewy scent of her rain soaked skin) and then it is gone as he takes in the delicate curve of Aela's neck, inhales the dusty scent of scorched desert on her supple skin. As he takes the one step that’s needed to close the distance between them, extending his muzzle down towards a single stray tendril of her forelock and pushing it tentatively back from those cerulean eyes. Flames dancing in his own. His muzzle lingers close to her, wondering if she would dance away again or if this time she would stay.
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@[Aela] <3 <3