Her instincts are misfiring.Electric shocks pulse her brain, prodding and dissecting. Her survival instinct is intact, but it is subdued by a deep seated yearning. A fly to a trap; a child's tender hand to a hot element. She shivers, her ears burying deep in her thick, dark mane — they fill with a multitude of screams, and she is weak to distinguish this internal death knell from the reality around her. Are things dying at his feet? Wasting away. Microscopic executions. But the screams mouth “run!” desperately.
It is herself. A multicellular outcry. “Run!”She moves to spook away, to land a kick and feel the give of his unnatural coating. But she is stuck. Stuck watching him possessively coddle his morsel with eager delight. Stuck watching him glower at her — it is all wrong, but her eyes sip deeply on that angry vigil. She mistakes his bitter venom for a come-hither, and she capitulates appropriately. Moving a step closer, feeling a flush in her muscles. Her heart pumping blood to her extremities, preparing for her flight. Instead it excites her, fills her with the confidence of invulnerability.
She blinks. (His twigs and leaves fall unceremoniously like confetti from his walking form. They are supported by nothing, so nothing remains.) She frowns at him, for a moment sadness (pity?) rushes her veins, an emotion she does not keep company with often. It piques something angry in her, something terribly offended by the sick weakness in it. A husk. (But something must live inside. Does he give off warmth? See if you can feel it...) She reaches out, her lips searching for it. And then finally he speaks and she recoils. Her black-brown eyes narrowing.
(He is not for this world... How certain are you that he even exists? Try the blink thing...) She blinks, and his smile is just as unsettling. Just as muddled with desire, hunger and ill-will. He is just as he was.She widens her eyes, returning his smile with one sicky sweet of her own. She takes another step forward — still probing for his warmth, still prying for signs of innards beneath his otherworldly cover. She repays his feigned welcome in kind. “I was never leaving,” She purrs. She offers him a smile, carnal to its core. Finally she bridges the gap as close as she dares, quite yet. “I'm Aurane.” Two neck lengths away — working together, they could make both their dreams come true.
Wouldn't that be nice?where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws.
lines and shading
by bronzehalo
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