05-29-2015, 01:48 PM
..::We are the in between, cast down as sons of war
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Raven tresses dance upon her nape as she skits sidewards, forwards, backwards. A dancer's movement of pure grace and elegance. Curvatured dial turns, dipped cranium lowering as she brushes her velveteen across the white beneath. Lipping at emeraldine blades that stick up out of the milky grain. Cobalt orbs watch out and spot the masculine stud as he moves near. She gasps at his appearance. He has things growing out of his bodice, large feathers. His voice connects with her pinnae and she dips her dial.
Hello stranger.
Honey lace falls from her her kissers as she smirks, plume gliding over her obsidian haunches, tantalising the stud with a flutter of her lashes.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
Damsel's ivories snap, coating the frost air with plumes of her honeyed breath as she dances on her appendages, across the topography before the stud, gliding, smooth.
If it's yours.
Whispers of lace fall from her velvets as she looks up at him with cerulean orbs.
I'm dubbed MorningStar. What do they call you?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..
Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law
Take joy in who you are, we know our wings are flawed::..
Raven tresses dance upon her nape as she skits sidewards, forwards, backwards. A dancer's movement of pure grace and elegance. Curvatured dial turns, dipped cranium lowering as she brushes her velveteen across the white beneath. Lipping at emeraldine blades that stick up out of the milky grain. Cobalt orbs watch out and spot the masculine stud as he moves near. She gasps at his appearance. He has things growing out of his bodice, large feathers. His voice connects with her pinnae and she dips her dial.
Hello stranger.
Honey lace falls from her her kissers as she smirks, plume gliding over her obsidian haunches, tantalising the stud with a flutter of her lashes.
..::We're bored to death in heaven
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves::..
Damsel's ivories snap, coating the frost air with plumes of her honeyed breath as she dances on her appendages, across the topography before the stud, gliding, smooth.
If it's yours.
Whispers of lace fall from her velvets as she looks up at him with cerulean orbs.
I'm dubbed MorningStar. What do they call you?
..::Follow the morning star, a light when darkness fell
The passion left unholy, now you find yourself,
We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well,
A cry to find our home, our stories they will tell::..