”Because I am looking for someone like you,” he murmurs quietly, a wry sneer of amusement pulling at the corners of his ivory mouth. Though young, he is not nearly as young as the other standing before him – nearly grown, and towering over him enough for a foreboding shadow to caress the taut cheek of the boy – but with a trace of his young still lingering in the awkward length of his legs. Though one eye is so dark, it is nearly impossible to discern the pupil from the iris, the other is bright – vivid, piercing, and it bores into the young boy with a mischievous glint tucked away within the blackened gaze.
”Someone like you should not be out alone,” he gently scolds, though the girth of his body is now circling him, though there is still a tinge of amusement weaving its way through each carefully spoken syllable. His voice is deep, already tainted by the testosterone that has become as much a part of him as the blood that simmers within his veins, but there is a precarious darkness behind each word. ”you might find someone as dangerous as I am.”
And then, laughter bubbles from within, and a careless grin is given - as if to say, just kidding.
There is a flickering of fire that emerges along his withers, seamlessly crawling across his skin as it drapes across the two-toned pattern of his coat – the flames flicker and waver in the gentle breeze; and all the while he is untouched – impervious to the heat or scalding potential. He is nearly shoulder to shoulder with him now, his skin tantalizingly close to his. He has burned many things - but there is a part of him, however small, that longs to see what it might be like to burn another.
”Your mother isn’t coming back for you,” he utters simply, suddenly growing bored with the dull conversation. ”you shouldn’t waste your time.”
”Someone like you should not be out alone,” he gently scolds, though the girth of his body is now circling him, though there is still a tinge of amusement weaving its way through each carefully spoken syllable. His voice is deep, already tainted by the testosterone that has become as much a part of him as the blood that simmers within his veins, but there is a precarious darkness behind each word. ”you might find someone as dangerous as I am.”
And then, laughter bubbles from within, and a careless grin is given - as if to say, just kidding.
There is a flickering of fire that emerges along his withers, seamlessly crawling across his skin as it drapes across the two-toned pattern of his coat – the flames flicker and waver in the gentle breeze; and all the while he is untouched – impervious to the heat or scalding potential. He is nearly shoulder to shoulder with him now, his skin tantalizingly close to his. He has burned many things - but there is a part of him, however small, that longs to see what it might be like to burn another.
”Your mother isn’t coming back for you,” he utters simply, suddenly growing bored with the dull conversation. ”you shouldn’t waste your time.”
Levi
precarious son of offspring & isle.
@[gaige]