03-19-2017, 08:33 PM
Kirin
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
Birds of a feather, flock together. That’s how it went, that’s how it goes. Kirin knew that, it was something he did not need to be told. Perhaps somewhere down the line they had severed because she did not trust in sayings like he did. If that was the case he had failed her, he’d never say it out loud but he thought it now as he watched her in the pale light of the moon. Whatever had sent her away, surely he could remind her of what was, could make her recall why she was cut from the very same cloth he was.
Dark calls to dark, as he did now. Words aching to clench so very tightly around her, constricting until the grip was firm and could not slip loose.
He didn’t approach her with caution, should he? His body pulled forward like liquid, spilling into the clearing until he was bathed in silver, celestial light. Illuminated by the stars and perhaps from within he took in her form, tracing the curve of her dark silhouette and finding himself pleased at the recollection of its peaks and valleys.
He knew them all.
The word that is quick to leave her sooty lips is simple but powerful. It is a name, just a name but it is his name. Slowly his lips pull up, curl at the corners until he is smiling both warm and dark at her. He looms, bathing in the power that his name held, letting the sound of it leaving her familiar voice play again and again as he stood silent. An echo beats rapidly within her and it is as if he can hear it as it races into the depth of her call.
It is a small gap that he breeches between them, pressing himself into her personal space, an outstretched wing reaches for the curve of her charcoal jaw. “This is where you fit,” like song he preaches to her, words thick like honey and he would taste the tender flesh of her chin would she let him close enough. Already his breath dares near, warm and smokey sweet where it might fall. “Right here is the place you belong, can I remind you?”
It is the first time he has ever asked permission.
Dark calls to dark, as he did now. Words aching to clench so very tightly around her, constricting until the grip was firm and could not slip loose.
He didn’t approach her with caution, should he? His body pulled forward like liquid, spilling into the clearing until he was bathed in silver, celestial light. Illuminated by the stars and perhaps from within he took in her form, tracing the curve of her dark silhouette and finding himself pleased at the recollection of its peaks and valleys.
He knew them all.
The word that is quick to leave her sooty lips is simple but powerful. It is a name, just a name but it is his name. Slowly his lips pull up, curl at the corners until he is smiling both warm and dark at her. He looms, bathing in the power that his name held, letting the sound of it leaving her familiar voice play again and again as he stood silent. An echo beats rapidly within her and it is as if he can hear it as it races into the depth of her call.
It is a small gap that he breeches between them, pressing himself into her personal space, an outstretched wing reaches for the curve of her charcoal jaw. “This is where you fit,” like song he preaches to her, words thick like honey and he would taste the tender flesh of her chin would she let him close enough. Already his breath dares near, warm and smokey sweet where it might fall. “Right here is the place you belong, can I remind you?”
It is the first time he has ever asked permission.
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