09-07-2016, 06:41 PM
Dovev
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Something in her face changes, warms and brightens; he loves it. Soaks it in. Like a withered vine he drinks it in hungrily, eyes gleaming. His skin prickles as she repeated his name, and he found he enjoyed that too -the sensation and the sound of it on her tongue. Again, he appraises her, unaware that it could be regarded as impolite by some.
Her sweet gaze turns toward the mountain as she calls its name, too. He can't help but study her profile, and his eyes catch on her pink tongue as she licks her lips. He looks away quickly, following her gaze to the behemoth rock form. "What made you leave the mountain to come here?" she asked him then.
He was suddenly very aware of her, his gaze glued to the mountain in the distance as she inched closer to him. Nobody had ever approached him before and he didn't know what it meant, so he held still. She whispered, and his mouth dried. She drew close enough, he could feel her soft breath comb through his coat, and he shivered. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew he liked it.
Holding his tongue, he allowed her time to speak again. "Yes, I want to be a mother." He hides the thrill of anticipation that coursed through him, but doesn't reply to the statement, and waits a moment more before responding to her previous question. What made him leave the mountain?
You did, he thinks to himself, a sound reason to give such an angel. But he doesn't say it; it would be too easy, too perfect. So the truth he tells. There are many there, all in a panic, he says passively, still staring in the distance. They run. Back, forth. They shout names, eyes wide. It is not a pleasant place to be at this time. He hadn't wanted to stay there. Nobody ever shouted his name, anyway.
He gave her a lazy smile then, glittering eyes finally returning to her. I am glad you were not there too. I don't ever want to see you that way, he says honestly. The topic feels too heavy to him, and he deftly guides them into a new one.
Do you live nearby?
Her sweet gaze turns toward the mountain as she calls its name, too. He can't help but study her profile, and his eyes catch on her pink tongue as she licks her lips. He looks away quickly, following her gaze to the behemoth rock form. "What made you leave the mountain to come here?" she asked him then.
He was suddenly very aware of her, his gaze glued to the mountain in the distance as she inched closer to him. Nobody had ever approached him before and he didn't know what it meant, so he held still. She whispered, and his mouth dried. She drew close enough, he could feel her soft breath comb through his coat, and he shivered. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew he liked it.
Holding his tongue, he allowed her time to speak again. "Yes, I want to be a mother." He hides the thrill of anticipation that coursed through him, but doesn't reply to the statement, and waits a moment more before responding to her previous question. What made him leave the mountain?
You did, he thinks to himself, a sound reason to give such an angel. But he doesn't say it; it would be too easy, too perfect. So the truth he tells. There are many there, all in a panic, he says passively, still staring in the distance. They run. Back, forth. They shout names, eyes wide. It is not a pleasant place to be at this time. He hadn't wanted to stay there. Nobody ever shouted his name, anyway.
He gave her a lazy smile then, glittering eyes finally returning to her. I am glad you were not there too. I don't ever want to see you that way, he says honestly. The topic feels too heavy to him, and he deftly guides them into a new one.
Do you live nearby?
