04-10-2016, 01:06 PM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Tasting the air left an relentless pang in his lungs and when she finally melted back into view she had only been mere yards from him. Close, too close and he quickly snuffed the raging heat that emanated from his massive body. Turning moving liquid to thick plates of hardened obsidian. Volcanic rock, like a dark knight’s armor but this is no fairy tale. Maybe it could be if the equine of Beqanna knew anything of the human world and few did but he never had paid them much mind. Those with knowledge tended to ramble and exhaust themselves and listener alike.
He watched her coat fade into sight, becoming as dark as he had, burning into she was the night. Her hair was wild, some sort of jungle cat and the lines that marked her body only added to the exotic depths that she sought. Sometimes he wondered if she reflected her mood because he could not help that this pattern seemed to fit the occasion. Had they always?
‘I won’t apologize…’
The words are calm but bitter, rebelling in his face but there is little concern on his own. It’s not his face that would express such a feeling because he had for so long buried his emotions just as he had the magma that moved beneath his coal-covered skin. “Fine, then don’t.” A grunt of words leaving his mouth as he expels a puff of blackened smoke with them. When he was fire, he was all fire and his lungs gave way to fumes- pushing forth black fog like the exhaust of a diesel truck.
“You could have stayed, Kimber has a – way with words that you shouldn’t let get under your skin.” Words and ways, the woman was touch and go and even he could hardly predict the personality of the hour.
“I’d have liked it if you had stayed.” The words are careful, still unsure as they come but they’ve been said and he doesn’t have a mind to take them back. “Then again checking on you is the perfect way to excuse myself from a circus.” A smile, though small breaks against the hardened lines of his mouth. He pulls closer, watching her with what appears to be concern through hellfire eyes- even the pupils have gone from them.
“It’s a fancy trick you have there- almost,” it’s closer than he’s dared to come to anyone while the fire raged within him, his nostrils flaring wide as he brushes her jaw with his nose. “I’ll always smell you though. Are- are you okay Dacia?” The whole feigned purpose of his search remembered and it would lose its point without the question.
He watched her coat fade into sight, becoming as dark as he had, burning into she was the night. Her hair was wild, some sort of jungle cat and the lines that marked her body only added to the exotic depths that she sought. Sometimes he wondered if she reflected her mood because he could not help that this pattern seemed to fit the occasion. Had they always?
‘I won’t apologize…’
The words are calm but bitter, rebelling in his face but there is little concern on his own. It’s not his face that would express such a feeling because he had for so long buried his emotions just as he had the magma that moved beneath his coal-covered skin. “Fine, then don’t.” A grunt of words leaving his mouth as he expels a puff of blackened smoke with them. When he was fire, he was all fire and his lungs gave way to fumes- pushing forth black fog like the exhaust of a diesel truck.
“You could have stayed, Kimber has a – way with words that you shouldn’t let get under your skin.” Words and ways, the woman was touch and go and even he could hardly predict the personality of the hour.
“I’d have liked it if you had stayed.” The words are careful, still unsure as they come but they’ve been said and he doesn’t have a mind to take them back. “Then again checking on you is the perfect way to excuse myself from a circus.” A smile, though small breaks against the hardened lines of his mouth. He pulls closer, watching her with what appears to be concern through hellfire eyes- even the pupils have gone from them.
“It’s a fancy trick you have there- almost,” it’s closer than he’s dared to come to anyone while the fire raged within him, his nostrils flaring wide as he brushes her jaw with his nose. “I’ll always smell you though. Are- are you okay Dacia?” The whole feigned purpose of his search remembered and it would lose its point without the question.
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
