look before you leap [elysium]

[Elysium]

watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

   Her smile is as wicked as her tongue, and yet there is something altogether alluring about the way she holds herself. She is a display of biting elegance; a shrine to all that is beautiful and simultaneously dangerous. He is weak in that manner - though he is a solitary creature, he often grows weak (in his many) knees at the sight of something unusual; tantalizing. Temptation is not something that he is able to shy away from easily. He is pulled towards all things that glimmer and shine; and she gleams with an alabaster brilliance that both amuses and arouses him in every sector of his brain.

   He watches her as she nears him again; her breath is suddenly his and he can taste the sweet nectar of blossoms that lingered over her tongue in the not so distant past. She observed him for a long moment (particularly his antennae, which still dangled overhead, almost teasing her in their close proximity to her scaly flesh) and he pauses beneath her tight scrutiny. He wonders for a moment if he has imagined the sudden shift in her words, in her physical language - he senses something enticing about her and he cannot pull himself away.

   She scoffs at his polite wording, but he would not refrain from maintaining some semblance of diplomacy. He would not frown upon the lands that once belonged to the now Queen of the Valley; it felt sacrilegious in a way .. but he did agree. Wholeheartedly. It was painfully bright, blossoming with flowers of many shades and bathing often beneath the adoring light of the sun. It was nothing of what he was used to and it was nothing of what he desired in a dwelling; he had left home long ago and had regretted it in every day since. She spoke to his silent longing; begged him from his quiet hiding place inside of his own mind. He did not speak his doubts, and yet somehow, she already knew.

   She presses her soft, whiskered lips to his ear, and he pressed his cheek to her neck, antennae brushing along her scaly pelt as his chest plate presses against hers. His heart pounds for a moment, and he thinks of Speck, of his daughters, but the loneliness has grown into such a chasm that he is unsure as to whether or not he can climb out of it - or if he wants to. She lingers with him in that moment, and for a while, he says nothing - gently touching his own whiskered lips and flaky, scaly skin to hers. Her giggle elicits something that had laid dormant for some time within him, and he knows what her intentions are, and he is powerless to resist.

   He knew he should pause, to find Speck and their children, to let them know of the journey ahead - but he decides in that moment to leave it all be, to allow himself this terribly wicked moment. He will turn back later, sated with her scent lingering upon his fragile wings and sweat-stained scales, to retrieve them - but for now, he will have her, and allow her to treat him after all.

 "Lead the way, Padma," He murmurs, his voice low to her ear. "treat me."

elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.

Bow chicka.