02-28-2017, 06:06 PM
He looms; more massive than the night, he leans over her and tries to look into her eyes in a way that is unnerving to her. No one has looked that deeply into her eyes before, either mesmerized by the animal-black color or them or what lies within but he does and it strikes a chord of barbaric familiarity with her - mare, stallion, and the night, they are little more than these things for a moment, and she holds her breath before letting go of it carefully.
(She spares but a single thought to her relationship to the gift-giver king of Pangea - he’d be jealous, no doubt, and she finds that she could care less. Neither of them are entirely committed to one another - each strays, though she never from him or the monstrous bloodline they are building. For once though, she thinks of the night and how he looms larger than it before her.)
Once more, his lips descend upon her in a black wave from a deep still lake that threatens to pull her under. He evokes such a base feeling from her that she has never felt before; his lips dribble and drool all over her as he makes his suppositions and she listens to them, curious in a way that she has never really been curious before. “We all desire and have desires, some fulfilled and others, not. What are your desires?” she asks, growing curiouser and curiouser by the moment as his malodor becomes more and more familiar to her, like the sickly sweet scent of mold and mildew.
“Why?” she prompts; marveling at how her want of him could be far from her control if he is so adamant that he could be anything she asks of him. Her brain plots and plans even in the midst of their riddling conversation and her black eyes catch the faintest uptick of eagerness in him, like a coiling of muscle beneath the skin - a readied snake about to strike. “What could you be to me?” she delves further, curiouser and curiouser at the company she keeps this night of all nights.
(She spares but a single thought to her relationship to the gift-giver king of Pangea - he’d be jealous, no doubt, and she finds that she could care less. Neither of them are entirely committed to one another - each strays, though she never from him or the monstrous bloodline they are building. For once though, she thinks of the night and how he looms larger than it before her.)
Once more, his lips descend upon her in a black wave from a deep still lake that threatens to pull her under. He evokes such a base feeling from her that she has never felt before; his lips dribble and drool all over her as he makes his suppositions and she listens to them, curious in a way that she has never really been curious before. “We all desire and have desires, some fulfilled and others, not. What are your desires?” she asks, growing curiouser and curiouser by the moment as his malodor becomes more and more familiar to her, like the sickly sweet scent of mold and mildew.
“Why?” she prompts; marveling at how her want of him could be far from her control if he is so adamant that he could be anything she asks of him. Her brain plots and plans even in the midst of their riddling conversation and her black eyes catch the faintest uptick of eagerness in him, like a coiling of muscle beneath the skin - a readied snake about to strike. “What could you be to me?” she delves further, curiouser and curiouser at the company she keeps this night of all nights.
ooc: welcome back too! that kinda worked out perfectly then lol. and i'm excited to continue this as well because velis is love! <3