09-08-2016, 10:31 PM
Dovev
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Her sweet melody cascaded over him once more, returning his genuine concern for her. His blood soared through his veins with pleasure at the sparkly glint in her eyes. Whatever it meant, he wanted more of it. Craved it.
But something, some thought, fades her beautiful eyes (though she holds a small smile) and his brows tightened in worry. Was she unsure of them? He wasn't. He knew he would name her Mother as he'd seen others do and claim her as his. She was radiant. Graceful. Kind. And his -or would be soon.
"I do not yet have a home," she said with something like pain in her voice. He didn't care for her unhappiness, would have to fix it, however this obstacle was minor to him. He would find them a home when he got bigger, then she would be happy again.
Then he felt her breath on him once more, and his eyes closed, his body trembled. The sweetness of it seemed to surround him, fill him, warm him from within. He would have to stake his claim, for he could not bear to think another would have her attentions as he was having. She was his Mother, and no one else's.
"But we have each other at least," she adds. And her heat enveloped him as she pulled him in. Electricity struck through him when she breathed in his scent, though he didn't have a name for the feeling that joined it.
"...and we can find a home together," she finished. He knew he would solve that for them, he was practically a man, after all, in his childish mind. He would name her, claim her, keep her. He alone would enjoy her touch, witness her smiles, haunt her dreams.
Mother, he bestows upon her confidently, adding a sweet bite for good measure. Playful. Possessive.
No, you are mine.
But something, some thought, fades her beautiful eyes (though she holds a small smile) and his brows tightened in worry. Was she unsure of them? He wasn't. He knew he would name her Mother as he'd seen others do and claim her as his. She was radiant. Graceful. Kind. And his -or would be soon.
"I do not yet have a home," she said with something like pain in her voice. He didn't care for her unhappiness, would have to fix it, however this obstacle was minor to him. He would find them a home when he got bigger, then she would be happy again.
Then he felt her breath on him once more, and his eyes closed, his body trembled. The sweetness of it seemed to surround him, fill him, warm him from within. He would have to stake his claim, for he could not bear to think another would have her attentions as he was having. She was his Mother, and no one else's.
"But we have each other at least," she adds. And her heat enveloped him as she pulled him in. Electricity struck through him when she breathed in his scent, though he didn't have a name for the feeling that joined it.
"...and we can find a home together," she finished. He knew he would solve that for them, he was practically a man, after all, in his childish mind. He would name her, claim her, keep her. He alone would enjoy her touch, witness her smiles, haunt her dreams.
Mother, he bestows upon her confidently, adding a sweet bite for good measure. Playful. Possessive.
No, you are mine.
ooc: so not much happened in this one; hope you are able to work with it anyway <3
