06-22-2016, 06:50 PM
Her gaze idly traverses my body and it's clear I'm not the only one who likes what I see. Still, it seems more of an appreciation for one another's aesthetics than anything else, admiration for an appealing figure and striking coloring. Even as a her lips slowly curl into a smile, even as her eyes linger along their journey across my hips, my side, my chest, the curve of my neck, the spark of hunger I have seen so often in Pazuzu's eyes is absent from Lirren's silver ones. Curiosity, perhaps, but no active attraction I can see.
“The night is always lovely, you're right,” I agree, looking away from the lovely teal of her mane and back up to the stars. There is beauty in the darkness whether it is a clear night like tonight with stars dancing their way around the north star, or their presence is covered by a blanket of cloud cover, or a storm rages and rain falls heavy in the night. Still, there is something so profound about staring into the vast void of space, staring out toward the edge of the universe and being reminded of how very small we are, and how very inconsequential. And yet, we are everything.
To those distant stars, we are smaller than the cells that make up our bodies, and so much less relevant. So unimportant to their existence. But to me? They are background, beauty visible only in the dark; they are ambiance, and while I hold a great deal of appreciation for their presence, to me they are nothing but pretty scenery. They are as inconsequential to me as I am to them. Those I love are all that matter in any real way.
“It is lovely to meet you, Lirren,” I add, my own lips curving into a smile in return. “As for what brings me here...well. Curiosity. Restless feet. And my mate isn't around tonight to...occupy my attention.” Thinking of just how he'd be doing so puts a wicked little edge on that smile of mine. Ah, there's the quiet unfurling, the tingle beneath my skin any time I think of his lips on my neck, his body pressing against mine.
A self-deprecating little snort and I'm focusing back on the lovely mare in front of me. “And our son has taken to doing some wandering of his own. I found myself with far too much free time and nothing to fill it. Thought I'd take a little stroll. And yourself?”
“The night is always lovely, you're right,” I agree, looking away from the lovely teal of her mane and back up to the stars. There is beauty in the darkness whether it is a clear night like tonight with stars dancing their way around the north star, or their presence is covered by a blanket of cloud cover, or a storm rages and rain falls heavy in the night. Still, there is something so profound about staring into the vast void of space, staring out toward the edge of the universe and being reminded of how very small we are, and how very inconsequential. And yet, we are everything.
To those distant stars, we are smaller than the cells that make up our bodies, and so much less relevant. So unimportant to their existence. But to me? They are background, beauty visible only in the dark; they are ambiance, and while I hold a great deal of appreciation for their presence, to me they are nothing but pretty scenery. They are as inconsequential to me as I am to them. Those I love are all that matter in any real way.
“It is lovely to meet you, Lirren,” I add, my own lips curving into a smile in return. “As for what brings me here...well. Curiosity. Restless feet. And my mate isn't around tonight to...occupy my attention.” Thinking of just how he'd be doing so puts a wicked little edge on that smile of mine. Ah, there's the quiet unfurling, the tingle beneath my skin any time I think of his lips on my neck, his body pressing against mine.
A self-deprecating little snort and I'm focusing back on the lovely mare in front of me. “And our son has taken to doing some wandering of his own. I found myself with far too much free time and nothing to fill it. Thought I'd take a little stroll. And yourself?”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart