06-27-2016, 04:15 PM
Oh. Well now. The wicked little grin on Lirren's face has my blood running a little hotter, my heart beating a little faster. Maybe I was wrong about her interest being mostly a matter of appreciation for something beautiful. An answering grin curves my own lips upward as I purr, “They do indeed, or at least this one does. I've had a bit of fun with a few others, but no one else has ever come close to comparing.” No one else has ever made lightning sing in my veins, made me hurt so fucking good. No one but Pazuzu makes me feel like burning can be beautiful.
No other man really makes me burn at all.
Still, that devilish glint in Lirren's eyes is certainly doing interesting things to me. My eyes lock on her lips as she looks to the sky and answers my question. She's a creature of the night, then, drawn to starlight the way I'm drawn to storms. Mmm. The way I'm drawn to Pazuzu, really, and the storm he calls forth inside me every time he looks at me. Every time he touches me. I wonder idly how the lovely Lirren would have taken to his lessons about the universe, the day he took me and our Tycho walking amongst the stars, showing us how they burn, how they live and die, their lives so much longer than the lifespan of a species or a bloodline or a single solitary mare.
Would it have fired her blood the way it did mine, seeing the glory of the sky so close up? Oh, with the way those beautiful eyes linger on the stars like a lover yearning to be touched, I bet it would have. Not that I'd take anyone with on our little adventures; that's something for just the three of us. But oh, to watch her catch fire, to watch her come undone, succumbing to a lover made of starlight and all that yearning. Or to one made of flesh and blood and hunger.
“It's showing a bit of promise, at least,” I answer, taking a step closer to her. That extra little spark in her eyes makes me want to reach out and touch, taste, brush my lips along her skin. Oops. Mmm, and it's been a while since the body touching mine was softened by curves instead of hard planes of muscle. I didn't miss the feel of silky soft skin in the moonlight until her grin turned a little wicked. “And getting more distracting by the moment,” I add, my voice going a little husky, deepening as my idle admiration kindles into attraction.
My eyelids lower, heavy with the first stirrings of hunger. My back arches just a little as I imagine the feel of her velvet-soft teal lips pressing into my skin. One step closer, narrowing the distance between our bodies until it would be so easy to brush against her. “And you? Finding anything that interests you down here?”
No other man really makes me burn at all.
Still, that devilish glint in Lirren's eyes is certainly doing interesting things to me. My eyes lock on her lips as she looks to the sky and answers my question. She's a creature of the night, then, drawn to starlight the way I'm drawn to storms. Mmm. The way I'm drawn to Pazuzu, really, and the storm he calls forth inside me every time he looks at me. Every time he touches me. I wonder idly how the lovely Lirren would have taken to his lessons about the universe, the day he took me and our Tycho walking amongst the stars, showing us how they burn, how they live and die, their lives so much longer than the lifespan of a species or a bloodline or a single solitary mare.
Would it have fired her blood the way it did mine, seeing the glory of the sky so close up? Oh, with the way those beautiful eyes linger on the stars like a lover yearning to be touched, I bet it would have. Not that I'd take anyone with on our little adventures; that's something for just the three of us. But oh, to watch her catch fire, to watch her come undone, succumbing to a lover made of starlight and all that yearning. Or to one made of flesh and blood and hunger.
“It's showing a bit of promise, at least,” I answer, taking a step closer to her. That extra little spark in her eyes makes me want to reach out and touch, taste, brush my lips along her skin. Oops. Mmm, and it's been a while since the body touching mine was softened by curves instead of hard planes of muscle. I didn't miss the feel of silky soft skin in the moonlight until her grin turned a little wicked. “And getting more distracting by the moment,” I add, my voice going a little husky, deepening as my idle admiration kindles into attraction.
My eyelids lower, heavy with the first stirrings of hunger. My back arches just a little as I imagine the feel of her velvet-soft teal lips pressing into my skin. One step closer, narrowing the distance between our bodies until it would be so easy to brush against her. “And you? Finding anything that interests you down here?”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart