I didn't think I'd find another way this fast. I've only just turned to walk away from the meadow and all the old memories I can't shake when that other way rears its exquisite head. Restless discontent changes into something much more interesting, a charge building along my skin even before I see him, static electricity that stops me in my tracks. I haven't felt like this since...oh. Oh my. Since Jack.
Well hello, stranger.
He looks different now, darker somehow than when I saw him last. But aren't we all? Red stains his legs like blood, and the look in his summer sky blue eyes wakes something wild and long forgotten in me, almost burned to death and buried deep beyond reach. Wicked and lovely, that wildness curls the corner of my lip, lowers my eyelids, sets my heart to pounding with possibility.
Well that could work.
His voice sets off little sparks along my spine when he purrs my name, the one that's his alone, and his lips along my shoulder are electric. “Jack.” The croon in my voice as my lips trace the edge of his ear makes it almost unrecognizable compared to the soft, unassuming sound that usually comes out of my mouth. I don't know the person who drags my teeth down the side of his neck and leans into his touch. I don't know her, but I want to.
I can still hear Gendry's warning in my ear, a far-too-late explanation that the delicious lightning coursing through me and doing all sorts of interesting things to my body just might be something dark and dangerous. That he'd sensed magic in the air and magicians were bad, and probably some other very important and ominous words that should matter a whole lot more right now.
It's not that I don't believe him. There's danger in those summer sky eyes that I didn't see last time, shadows and a hint of a threat lurking in the shape of his smile. But that lovely, wicked something locked away inside a gilded cage loves the way it makes my heart race, makes my whole body tingle, makes me feel alive. And this time there's nothing to stop me, paltry cage bars already trembling beneath his touch. “Just who I was looking for.”
Well hello, stranger.
He looks different now, darker somehow than when I saw him last. But aren't we all? Red stains his legs like blood, and the look in his summer sky blue eyes wakes something wild and long forgotten in me, almost burned to death and buried deep beyond reach. Wicked and lovely, that wildness curls the corner of my lip, lowers my eyelids, sets my heart to pounding with possibility.
Well that could work.
His voice sets off little sparks along my spine when he purrs my name, the one that's his alone, and his lips along my shoulder are electric. “Jack.” The croon in my voice as my lips trace the edge of his ear makes it almost unrecognizable compared to the soft, unassuming sound that usually comes out of my mouth. I don't know the person who drags my teeth down the side of his neck and leans into his touch. I don't know her, but I want to.
I can still hear Gendry's warning in my ear, a far-too-late explanation that the delicious lightning coursing through me and doing all sorts of interesting things to my body just might be something dark and dangerous. That he'd sensed magic in the air and magicians were bad, and probably some other very important and ominous words that should matter a whole lot more right now.
It's not that I don't believe him. There's danger in those summer sky eyes that I didn't see last time, shadows and a hint of a threat lurking in the shape of his smile. But that lovely, wicked something locked away inside a gilded cage loves the way it makes my heart race, makes my whole body tingle, makes me feel alive. And this time there's nothing to stop me, paltry cage bars already trembling beneath his touch. “Just who I was looking for.”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart
