07-24-2016, 01:39 AM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
His senses lack the same sensitivity that the golden eyed male possesses; he is essentially basic in many ways. It is only by the heavier ripples made in the water by his heavier frame and the glimmer of moonlight that gave him and his gentle shadow tendrils away; and it is only the familiar allure of his soulful eyes that pulled him closer to him.
He remains still now, unwavering as a gentle breeze carried through the dense foliage, tangling itself in his matted tresses. It soothes his uncomfortable skin, which remains damp with sweat - humidity is something that he abhors, and yet he cannot resist the temptation to settle himself within the shadows of the setting sun, allowing the heat to penetrate his flesh.
He craves discomfort - he craves anything that reminds him of his heavily beating heart, or distracts his rampantly racing mind. Every memory, every scarring thought delves deeper into his psyche, and discomfort draws him out, like gentle lips suctioning to an open wound, pulling out the poison that lay lucked deep within. His breathing remains slow and steady as he pushes out of the recesses of his mind, brow furrowed slightly as the lithe male wanders closer to him.
His scent reaches him and it is as familiar as his glowing eyes. While he did not know him by any intimate or meaningful means, there is still something that consoles the ache of his heart and quiets the negativity festering within his mind. The wavering (albeit agitated) tendrils enchant him still, intriguing him.
His breath catches in his throat as two definitive tendrils reach out, slithering uncertainly - searching. He does not understand them, but perhaps that is in part why the allure is so strong. He cannot pull his burning red eyes away from them, beguiled by their swaying motions. Soon, the two tendrils mellow, pressing tightly against Michaelis' damp body, though he does not realize the true depth of their existence. Finally, red eyes meet yellow once more, and there is a faint uptick of a smile on his whiskered lips.
There is something enticing about him; something that lures him in. He could not turn away, even if he tried.
"It has been a while," Words that did not need to be spoken aloud; they both knew how much time had lingered since their last meeting. His brow furrows again, the smile melting away from his now grimacing mouth. "They? Do they have their own entity?"
Little does he realize.
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA