02-03-2024, 03:14 PM
i showed him all my teeth & then i laughed out loud,
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
No one else makes her feel like such a complicated mess.
She doesn’t know how he does it; how in one heartbeat she can feel like of course he has no choice but to fall for her, and then in the next find herself wondering why he ever would. But she knows that it isn’t his fault, that it isn’t something he is intentionally doing — she is almost certain that she is the only one caught on this ever-swinging pendulum, vacillating between her usual fearless self and then shifting into a hesitant, uncertain girl that she doesn’t even recognize.
It’s easier to keep it all locked behind pretty smiles and coy flirting, but at this point she has let too much of her true self slip through and she is sure he can see right through her.
She isn’t sure how much longer she can keep up the charade anyway.
When his wing drapes across her back, her chest tightens and her skin shivers.
For a few stuttering heartbeats she resists that magnetic pull that intensifies in the space between their two bodies, until, finally, she folds. With a subtle shift her curves meet his, and the warmth of his skin seems to melt beyond her frosted scales and straight into her bones. She catches that look of delight in his eyes when she confesses to finding nothing—and no one—worth her time, and this would have been the moment she made a teasing retort had his lips not found the corner of her mouth.
She cannot tell if her mind goes quiet or if it is suddenly filled with such a humming electricity that she cannot hear anything else. For all her coquettish ways she has never been this close to anyone, and for a moment she is distracted by the feel of his own heart beating behind his ribs, of his breath across her skin. Her blue eyes find his, and even though she can feel heat flooding her face she does not pull away.
There is something thrilling in this hazy kind of confusion, and she would have been content to linger there a few moments longer but his last words are like a rock shattering the glass-like trance.
“Oh.” A single word, but it falls heavy like a stone from her mouth, and she stiffens against his side.
She can feel the coldness returning, and it takes her a moment to realize it is because she has stepped away from him and the frost is already hard at work remaking itself, the scales lacing across her golden body. She doesn’t look at him yet, her jaw clenching to keep the vitriol that sat on her tongue from spilling. Her ocean-blue eyes flash with anger and jealousy, but by the time she looks back to him the storm-clouds are gone, replaced with only a flint-like hardness and a cool indifference. “Well, I’m glad you had your choice of women to entertain you. Or…help you.”
She doesn’t know how he does it; how in one heartbeat she can feel like of course he has no choice but to fall for her, and then in the next find herself wondering why he ever would. But she knows that it isn’t his fault, that it isn’t something he is intentionally doing — she is almost certain that she is the only one caught on this ever-swinging pendulum, vacillating between her usual fearless self and then shifting into a hesitant, uncertain girl that she doesn’t even recognize.
It’s easier to keep it all locked behind pretty smiles and coy flirting, but at this point she has let too much of her true self slip through and she is sure he can see right through her.
She isn’t sure how much longer she can keep up the charade anyway.
When his wing drapes across her back, her chest tightens and her skin shivers.
For a few stuttering heartbeats she resists that magnetic pull that intensifies in the space between their two bodies, until, finally, she folds. With a subtle shift her curves meet his, and the warmth of his skin seems to melt beyond her frosted scales and straight into her bones. She catches that look of delight in his eyes when she confesses to finding nothing—and no one—worth her time, and this would have been the moment she made a teasing retort had his lips not found the corner of her mouth.
She cannot tell if her mind goes quiet or if it is suddenly filled with such a humming electricity that she cannot hear anything else. For all her coquettish ways she has never been this close to anyone, and for a moment she is distracted by the feel of his own heart beating behind his ribs, of his breath across her skin. Her blue eyes find his, and even though she can feel heat flooding her face she does not pull away.
There is something thrilling in this hazy kind of confusion, and she would have been content to linger there a few moments longer but his last words are like a rock shattering the glass-like trance.
“Oh.” A single word, but it falls heavy like a stone from her mouth, and she stiffens against his side.
She can feel the coldness returning, and it takes her a moment to realize it is because she has stepped away from him and the frost is already hard at work remaking itself, the scales lacing across her golden body. She doesn’t look at him yet, her jaw clenching to keep the vitriol that sat on her tongue from spilling. Her ocean-blue eyes flash with anger and jealousy, but by the time she looks back to him the storm-clouds are gone, replaced with only a flint-like hardness and a cool indifference. “Well, I’m glad you had your choice of women to entertain you. Or…help you.”
A D R I A N A
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