03-18-2017, 11:03 PM
Ruan
He was a fool.
There was a soul in him, a glowing ember that belonged not to him but his wife, traded in an unexpected clash of magic so long ago. He could glimpse a little of her as she could glimpse a little of him.
And he was a fool to think that it was fear that made it pulse and dance in that familiar, erotic way.
He'd felt it writhe and move within him, so hungry and eager and not afraid -not afraid- as it guided him. So distracted, so consumed in herself, in her potent prospect, he went forgotten and unnoticed. So slowly, so gradually, she dimmed it more and more, piece by piece pushed him out of mind, out of heart, until she shut it off entirely. But he was there by then.
He watched with stoic coldness his mate brush her lips across a handsome stranger's face, shift into a sleek panther to tease and rub against this feline man that must house the same beast within him for her to pull this likeness out of herself and become what he would want most. As was her way. She had done the same for him, after all. How little it meant now, seeing her this way, doing the very same for a stranger. It was nothing to her. A blink of magic. He was nothing to her. A blip in time.
The man promised her happiness, whispered sweetly into her ear, and she was so easily caught, so easily won as she shifted back into herself and stepped so purposefully to him. "Please be tender with my bruised heart... because I need you tonight." And it was more than enough.
He slipped from the shadows on his wolf-earned silence, a solid stare meeting the eyes of the strange male evenly. He said nothing, he didn't have to, and approached the couple. There was an exchange, a greeting between predators, and out of respect neither would lay claim to the other's feast. And this feast belonged to the panther. He could very well have it.
His gaze shifted to the woman of gray, and a knob of ice tucked under her chin to gently lift and turn it to him as he peered across to her. When their eyes met, a vibrant clash of emerald fire and ice blue, he spoke, carved it in stone to withstand the test of time and survive the highest storms.
Do not return to my home.
He dissolved the ice, dissolved her shackles to this marriage she must have hated so much. And now she could be happy, take that faithless joy she asked of this stranger free of guilt. His eyes slid to the man as he passed by, silent still, then faced forward as he left.
He was a fool.
But so was she if she thought he'd fight for disloyalty.
There was a soul in him, a glowing ember that belonged not to him but his wife, traded in an unexpected clash of magic so long ago. He could glimpse a little of her as she could glimpse a little of him.
And he was a fool to think that it was fear that made it pulse and dance in that familiar, erotic way.
He'd felt it writhe and move within him, so hungry and eager and not afraid -not afraid- as it guided him. So distracted, so consumed in herself, in her potent prospect, he went forgotten and unnoticed. So slowly, so gradually, she dimmed it more and more, piece by piece pushed him out of mind, out of heart, until she shut it off entirely. But he was there by then.
He watched with stoic coldness his mate brush her lips across a handsome stranger's face, shift into a sleek panther to tease and rub against this feline man that must house the same beast within him for her to pull this likeness out of herself and become what he would want most. As was her way. She had done the same for him, after all. How little it meant now, seeing her this way, doing the very same for a stranger. It was nothing to her. A blink of magic. He was nothing to her. A blip in time.
The man promised her happiness, whispered sweetly into her ear, and she was so easily caught, so easily won as she shifted back into herself and stepped so purposefully to him. "Please be tender with my bruised heart... because I need you tonight." And it was more than enough.
He slipped from the shadows on his wolf-earned silence, a solid stare meeting the eyes of the strange male evenly. He said nothing, he didn't have to, and approached the couple. There was an exchange, a greeting between predators, and out of respect neither would lay claim to the other's feast. And this feast belonged to the panther. He could very well have it.
His gaze shifted to the woman of gray, and a knob of ice tucked under her chin to gently lift and turn it to him as he peered across to her. When their eyes met, a vibrant clash of emerald fire and ice blue, he spoke, carved it in stone to withstand the test of time and survive the highest storms.
Do not return to my home.
He dissolved the ice, dissolved her shackles to this marriage she must have hated so much. And now she could be happy, take that faithless joy she asked of this stranger free of guilt. His eyes slid to the man as he passed by, silent still, then faced forward as he left.
He was a fool.
But so was she if she thought he'd fight for disloyalty.
