03-12-2016, 10:54 PM
lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all.
but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
but lend me your heart and i'll just let you fall.
The rain does not stop - it seems to grow heavier in weight, louder in its entrenching echo and colder in its glacial texture - pounding unforgivably onto their bare selves, though he can feel nothing but her warmth and hear nothing but her beating heart intertwined with hers. He closed his thick lashes over his darkening eyes as he embraces her, savoring the feel of her against him, languishing in the scent that lingers entangled in her soft, dark tresses. He inhales deeply, his breath hot against her neck as the sound of the pouring rain begins to fade away. There is nothing but her, but the taste of her skin and the soft sound of her breathing and her words fall weak and prey to the impeding storm.
When she finally withdraws from him, a harsh reality strikes him like the unwavering crackle of a single lightning bolt, causing his crimson gaze to bore into her imploring, pleadingly. The sorrow that had lingered in his eyes mere moments before seeing her had returned, with a depth that knew no end. No, she said. No? The pain that laces through the single syllable wraps itself around his heart, constricting it tightly within the taut confines of his rib cage, strangling it, suffocating it. His breath his caught in his throat, and for a moment, he begins to feel himself unraveling once more. She hesitates, and then, Don't you see I'm trying to spare you this burden?
"Burden?" His voice is a deep but dull roar against the deafening prowess of the storm. "Is that was this is; what you see me as - what you see yourself as? You heard me," A crack interrupts his thought, his throat drying in spite of the trickling dampness that trails down along his chest, drenching his forelock and dribbling off of his limbs onto the moist soil. "you heard me, and you came - why did you come, Isle? You cannot deny that a part of you, however small, wanted this - you cannot leave so easily this time. I will not let you. I cannot let you."
He breathes heavily; his chest is swelling with a stinging, stabbing sensation of anguish that he cannot stop. He cannot explain the draw he has to her, and he refuses to try. He only knows that he has searched for her, for days, for weeks and months on end, and here she was, so fragile and delicate and beautiful that he cannot possibly fathom a way to express himself in a way that will make her understand. She cannot go; he cannot bear for her to disappear into the thicket. Not like this. A brief touch, and gone again.
She speaks again, her own voice drenched in frustration as she desperately wills him to understand, but he does not, he will not. Tell me, she whispers so softly, he very nearly cannot hear her. how would you feel if someday I slipped. How would you feel if one day I knew all of your secrets. He had so many, he was certain that she could reach and search for years upon end and never find what is most deeply stowed away - but if she were to see his past, the various memories that had been locked away, or the distraught, pained emotional torment he endured for so long, it would destroy her. He had willed such terrible things to seclusion for reason, and it would break her, as it had once broken him, but she is so fragile, like glass, and he cradles her gently at the surface of his mind. He cannot let her in, but refuses to let her go.
His eyes meet hers, the fire fading to a slow simmer as he searches her own stunning, seeing eyes with renewed desire. His lips tracing along the bridge of her muzzle as he tastes the faint sweetness of fresh rain and pine, his cheek sliding to rest against hers, and he pulls her close again. If he is to live an eternity without her, he will bask in her sensuality, fear and uncertainty, and hold her near until the end of his days - if they ever were to pass.
After a while, the most violent, tumultuous wave of the storm begins to ebb away, leaving a gentle mist of droplets in its midst. In the distance, the thunder rumbles still, though the only thing he can will himself to hear is her.
"It is a risk I am willing to take; stay. Stay with me, even for only tonight," His usual abyssal tone fades into something of a sweet whisper pressed against her ear as he longs to hold her close. "It is all I ask. Let us have this night. Don't go - not yet."
When she finally withdraws from him, a harsh reality strikes him like the unwavering crackle of a single lightning bolt, causing his crimson gaze to bore into her imploring, pleadingly. The sorrow that had lingered in his eyes mere moments before seeing her had returned, with a depth that knew no end. No, she said. No? The pain that laces through the single syllable wraps itself around his heart, constricting it tightly within the taut confines of his rib cage, strangling it, suffocating it. His breath his caught in his throat, and for a moment, he begins to feel himself unraveling once more. She hesitates, and then, Don't you see I'm trying to spare you this burden?
"Burden?" His voice is a deep but dull roar against the deafening prowess of the storm. "Is that was this is; what you see me as - what you see yourself as? You heard me," A crack interrupts his thought, his throat drying in spite of the trickling dampness that trails down along his chest, drenching his forelock and dribbling off of his limbs onto the moist soil. "you heard me, and you came - why did you come, Isle? You cannot deny that a part of you, however small, wanted this - you cannot leave so easily this time. I will not let you. I cannot let you."
He breathes heavily; his chest is swelling with a stinging, stabbing sensation of anguish that he cannot stop. He cannot explain the draw he has to her, and he refuses to try. He only knows that he has searched for her, for days, for weeks and months on end, and here she was, so fragile and delicate and beautiful that he cannot possibly fathom a way to express himself in a way that will make her understand. She cannot go; he cannot bear for her to disappear into the thicket. Not like this. A brief touch, and gone again.
She speaks again, her own voice drenched in frustration as she desperately wills him to understand, but he does not, he will not. Tell me, she whispers so softly, he very nearly cannot hear her. how would you feel if someday I slipped. How would you feel if one day I knew all of your secrets. He had so many, he was certain that she could reach and search for years upon end and never find what is most deeply stowed away - but if she were to see his past, the various memories that had been locked away, or the distraught, pained emotional torment he endured for so long, it would destroy her. He had willed such terrible things to seclusion for reason, and it would break her, as it had once broken him, but she is so fragile, like glass, and he cradles her gently at the surface of his mind. He cannot let her in, but refuses to let her go.
His eyes meet hers, the fire fading to a slow simmer as he searches her own stunning, seeing eyes with renewed desire. His lips tracing along the bridge of her muzzle as he tastes the faint sweetness of fresh rain and pine, his cheek sliding to rest against hers, and he pulls her close again. If he is to live an eternity without her, he will bask in her sensuality, fear and uncertainty, and hold her near until the end of his days - if they ever were to pass.
After a while, the most violent, tumultuous wave of the storm begins to ebb away, leaving a gentle mist of droplets in its midst. In the distance, the thunder rumbles still, though the only thing he can will himself to hear is her.
"It is a risk I am willing to take; stay. Stay with me, even for only tonight," His usual abyssal tone fades into something of a sweet whisper pressed against her ear as he longs to hold her close. "It is all I ask. Let us have this night. Don't go - not yet."
OFFSPRING