04-11-2016, 10:57 AM
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Life is funny isn’t it? The ways of the heart are more humorous still. Some could find it odd the pair, an older man, a barely of age girl. Others would turn their heads as if they did not see and still there are those that found themselves the prisoners of such similar love interests. Killdare had known the world long before he had known the once olive colored girl, he had seen and experienced struggle and hardship when he was no younger than she was now- even before that. Love was another thing. He knew what it was to love, even if that emotion had been so briefly spent and taken away as quickly.
Whether that is fortune or misfortune has yet to be seen.
If he could experience the heat of flush he might sense emotion flowing from her now. At this time it bypasses his notice and he is left to discern her intent from her body language. When he pulls forward she meets him causing a closeness that is more intimate than he had expected or intended. The smell of her skin is far more intense, the sweetness of her breath is infuriating to each intake of breath. When she does finally speak the words catch, an uncertainty following them that tugs his attention far more than words alone ever could.
Then she says it, she asks and as the thoughts turn real and leave her his own surprise floods him. His ears splay to the sides, the charred core he had armored himself with cracks, leaving fissures where his feelings spent the rock. It’s not entirely absurd is it? No, not when he had found himself trailing her, leaving behind the group of Chamberlings and creeping after one young girl in particular. He had known her, known her for her lifetime and still the desire did not leave. Once he may have attempted to push those thoughts away, would have thought better than wasting the emotion. Love turned to hurt no matter how you looked at it, one way or another.
“No, you’re never crazy Dacia.” At that moment he decided to hell with hurt, bother with the risks, and fuck it to any other reason why he shouldn’t entertain this want. Instead of worrying he let go, pressing himself into her neck and tracing the trail of stripes she had made- a map for his whiskered lips.
Whether that is fortune or misfortune has yet to be seen.
If he could experience the heat of flush he might sense emotion flowing from her now. At this time it bypasses his notice and he is left to discern her intent from her body language. When he pulls forward she meets him causing a closeness that is more intimate than he had expected or intended. The smell of her skin is far more intense, the sweetness of her breath is infuriating to each intake of breath. When she does finally speak the words catch, an uncertainty following them that tugs his attention far more than words alone ever could.
Then she says it, she asks and as the thoughts turn real and leave her his own surprise floods him. His ears splay to the sides, the charred core he had armored himself with cracks, leaving fissures where his feelings spent the rock. It’s not entirely absurd is it? No, not when he had found himself trailing her, leaving behind the group of Chamberlings and creeping after one young girl in particular. He had known her, known her for her lifetime and still the desire did not leave. Once he may have attempted to push those thoughts away, would have thought better than wasting the emotion. Love turned to hurt no matter how you looked at it, one way or another.
“No, you’re never crazy Dacia.” At that moment he decided to hell with hurt, bother with the risks, and fuck it to any other reason why he shouldn’t entertain this want. Instead of worrying he let go, pressing himself into her neck and tracing the trail of stripes she had made- a map for his whiskered lips.
KILLDARE
magma King of the Chamber
