It’s in the shadows that Litotes finds his worst—his most carnal—desires. They have lived so deep within his magic, buried beneath the purring shadows he entertained his family with, that truthfully . . . Truthfully, the shadow-weaver forgot they existed. So caught up in the love for his family and the strange, humbling monotony of tending to them, Litotes completely lost the armor around him that made him so destructive.
But he did not actually lose that armor, did he? Broke it down piece by piece, placed it in a wardrobe, occasionally pulled it out to give the dark silver a shine. They moved, as most families do, moved and changed—and the wardrobe was forgotten. Lost to time, warped by rain and covered in dust: he sees it now. Dark brown and displaced amongst the crashing waves. A beam of sunlight splashes down and illuminates the armor as the door swings wide open. The only thing capable of tearing his gaze from Adriana.
The shadows around him shiver. The cat nips his back before diving off of him and disappearing into the water.
“I can’t possibly be that handsome,” Lie finally answers, glossy eyes quickly snapping back to Adriana.
A vicious knight in shining armor, who he’s always been.
“To find a change of pace, I suppose,” he answers lazily, wicked smile curving his mouth. “Why are any of us here?” he adds with a shrug. But then his gaze sharpens and he settles on Adriana with an intensity only the armored Litotes is capable of.
“I want to know why you’re here, though,” he calls, stepping forward coyly. A stray shadow whips out and dares to wrap around one of her legs, flirtatious.
as it softly glides across your back
and i hope you leave right before the sun comes up
so i can watch it alone
@Adriana
