And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
Of course she does not remain alone for long. She never could. Her desire for beauty and power and danger never lay sated for long. And she had forced an abstinence for too long, kept herself herself away, untouchable (except for that one moment, but we will not discuss that. It had been a mistake).
This time though, it is not her initiating the touch. It is he.
She had never thought to see him again, the glorious goat-horned stallion she had spent one star-studded, tension filled night with (oh, but everything she does is filled with tension. She cannot seem to do otherwise). She had thought their paths long ago parted, never to cross again. Still, she cannot say she would not… enjoy a new encounter.
But he is different now, so much less than he had been. Golden still, but plain, with two whole wings and no other brilliant gifts. How disappointing.
She too, is less. It infuriates her like little else ever could. But he has come to her, perhaps at a most fortuitous time.
”Who says I am vulnerable?” Her voice is almost coy, but there is an edge to it. An edge only a fool would ignore. She has never taken him for a fool.
He seems almost hesitant in his approach, leaving too much air gaping between them. So she takes those last steps, pressing in close to him with the faintest of smiles curving her lips. Her touch is gentle (she remembers how much he hates it, but that only makes it all the more alluring) as she brushes her muzzle against his metal-bright skin. Such a lovely contrast against her russet and teal.
”You remember.” He would never forget, of that she holds no doubt. Just as she never would. And she wonders if he misses it. She wonders how many lovers he has taken since, wonders how many of those others he had looked at, remembering only their furious union.
But his next words distract her, infuriate her all over again. Blue-tipped ears flattening momentarily, she nips sharply at his neck. A gentle reprimand.
”Much like you, I imagine.” Her soft, almost kind words belie the icy tone of her voice. If he wished to play such dangerous games, she is more than happy to play. ”Without your fear, what are you, really?”
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage