09-11-2017, 12:39 AM
tantalize
I'll believe in you and trust
On the day you finally see the way you treated me
Was a far cry from love
She had tried, once, a long long time ago when she had been youthful, still new to the world around her. Gryffen was even younger but already stained with a dark mark on his soul. She had tried to show him love, to fix whatever had been missing in his heart. She had tried to be kind to her little brother. The stark white colt, those blazing familiar crimson iris’s, resisted everything she put on him, every attempt futile. A soft breath escapes from deep within her, regret? She knew that he had been born that way, he was what he was. Yet there was always that pang of guilt, if there could have been more to try, if she could have saved him from himself. Saved them all.
The wind is a gentle caress that plays through the long strands of her hair, entangling them with his as he stands so close to her. The beating of her heart thrumming steadily but quickly within her russet breast as the gold of her eyes consume him, memorizing the hard lines of his face. Every pink puckered scar that crosses his chest. The way his touch had felt along her neck, the burning she feels inside when he withdraws. It’s so hard to not consider the possibilities of him, what it would be like to curl up against the broadness of his massive figure, to feel the volcano within him consume her. Once she had been all fire and brimstone, what would it be like if she could feel that again?
Those thoughts are swiftly followed by the other possibility, the bad ones. What would it be like to see the anger in his eyes, to be the brunt of it. A horrible image of him, dark and forbidding bearing down on her. Screams that make her throat raw as she fights from his grasp. Trembling without realizing it, golden depths filled with ghosts as she’s haunted by her own personal demons. Quickly she bats her lashes as she looks to the black sea, the little sparkle of moonlight that hits the curve of calm waves. He was not Lion, he did not carry his sins. She knew that. But it didn’t seem to make a difference.
Amorette. No flicker of recognition flits across her facial features, merely considering his words as she shifts a dappled leg to stand more confidently. ”A daughter I presume.” It would make sense, the lady had been exotically named and had modeled her children’s names closely to it. Adopted daughter to Magnus? It shouldn’t be surprising, he had always tried to save others when who he needed to help first was himself.
It’s with pleasant surprise she hears of Offspring’s history with Magnus and can’t help but smile at the thought of them together. ”Magnus always seemed to find his way to ruling even when he didn’t want it. He can’t seem to accept his natural born talent.” A soft chuckle, missing him fiercely then. Wishing they hadn’t once more been crossing ships in the night. He does not ask why she questions for the buckskin stallion so she doesn’t explain. There was no point boring him with useless information unless he seeked it.
A faint pattern takes place before her, realizing the fatal attraction of the type of men that have taken a starring role in her life. Cross, Slaide, Magnus, Lion… Offspring. All formidable men with crosses to bare, brooding soulful stallions. None thinking they were worthy of affection. The lovers following in the footsteps of the father, she never had a chance.
She remains silent as he speaks of Gryffen once more and she looks up into the burning coals of his red, searching them intensely. ”You barely know me.” She whispers, cautious. Probing into him with a long gaze as if she might turn up answers beneath steaming rocks. ”How can you have so much faith in me?”