07-14-2023, 04:18 PM
 I V A R promising everything i do not mean |
Ivar follows her as he always follows them, driven toward the water by the hypnosis elicited by the touch of his kind. The control he’d nearly lost is easier to reign in as they move closer to the water. Everything is easier in the water. His satisfied smile grows as he joins her in the cold sea, feeling it splash first against his white scaled legs, and then the gold and sapphire of his chest and sides. It is not until she looks back at him, her amber eyes clear and sober, does he pause. Belatedly, he recalls the way she hadn’t faltered at seeing his too-sharp smile, the lack of hesitation to join him in the sea, the way she’d so casually shown him her throat. His golden gaze moves there, to the length of her lavender neck just below her jaw. Unmarked, without scars. What does she know of kelpies, he wonders? How to tempt them, it seems, and perhaps even how to get away unscathed. At the thought of her escaping he moves just a little nearer, enough that he can feel the heat of her body in the water as the sea shifts around them. Near enough that he can see the night-black water lick at her shoulders, her sides, her glowing chest. So tempting. So fearless. He could pull her below the chest-deep water between one breath and the next, his teeth around her neck, her blood sweetening the sea. But as his gaze moves from her throat to her beguiling smile, he recalls the water witch who’d trapped him; the confidence in her amethyst eyes and his inability to crush it.. If his imprisonment had taught him anything, it was that Ivar likes his victims glassy-eyed, and cares little if it is with lust or hypnosis. So he slips closer, drawing his lips along the line of her shoulder. ”Would you like to swim?” He asks, feeling the heat of her skin against his sea-cold mouth. With each touch he presses the command to be truthful. “Or something else?” @Wishbone |
I know my lies could not make you believe in my dark times, baby this is all I could be |