07-11-2023, 10:06 PM
 I V A R promising everything i do not mean |
The golden-eyed kelpie watches his prey carefully as he draws nearer. She does not shift away, not even a little, and the bright amusement is irresistible bait in those almost-familiar amber eyes. The compliment that she speaks against his cheek hooks the arrogant beast, and a soft chuff of amusement passes between his glittering teeth in response. Her heartbeat is quick, but not fear-quick. She is beautiful and flirtatious, and seems entirely unafraid of a creature whose every scale is designed to lure her kind to the watery depths and rip out their throats. She is Ivar’s very favorite kind of woman, served up on a silver platter the very moment he emerged from the sea. A creature with more wisdom might have wondered who arranged the platter, or marveled at how quickly he’d been tempted by it. She bares her throat, shaking back the lustrous curtain of her hair. His gaze immediately fixes there, just below her jaw. . He knows better than to kill on land. He does. Ivar has learned that lesson well, and often. It is too messy; it leaves too many traces for the seekers to find. The blood flows better in the water anyway, eddying and spiraling until it coalesces into a curtain of crimson that fills his belly and his lungs. He knows better than to kill on land. Yet the slow look of lascivious contemplation down the rest of the mare’s rounded curves are as much to give the kelpie time to remind himself of that knowledge as to appreciate the bounty that has been laid out for him. Ivar wants to slide his teeth down the long purple column of her throat, to feel the last faint flutter of her pulse against his tongue, and to breathe in the taste of its finality. He wants to feel her heart rekindle, like the glowing wound in her chest suggests it will, and then he wants to start all over again. He wants it, and the kelpie has never denied himself what he wants. ”Let’s go for a swim,” He says. There would be blood if he’d tried to press a simultaneous hypnotic command to comply with a kiss, so he relies on enthrallment to lure her back toward the sea. |
I know my lies could not make you believe in my dark times, baby this is all I could be |