09-25-2017, 10:28 PM
Ellyse
I have the tendency of getting very physical,
so watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle.
so watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle.
There is a thin sheen of sweat settled over her skin, and the gentle breeze carried in by the restless, rustling ocean current soothes her, splaying over her gilded skin and bristling, unkempt ivory feathers. She is beyond exhausted, but the sheer adrenaline pooling in alongside the euphoria does not permit her to rest for long – she does savor the sensation of his lips brushing across her forehead, of a tender kiss pressed against the bridge, lulling her heavy lashes into a fluttering close. The moment is fleeting ( she should cherish it – so much lies ahead; so much she does not know), and the warmth of his encouragement murmured against her ear is a reminder that she must rise, and so must they.
Slowly, though her barrel is still swollen and broad, she tucks her long and muscled legs beneath her, erecting herself before the small and spindly newborns that lay before her. Her tongue gently laves across the tender and hollow bones of their tightly tucked wings, plucking and preening affectionately at the soft, downy feathers that line the fragile bone structure until each are dry and cleansed of the remnants her womb had left behind across their skin.
With a gentle nudge to each, their own gangling limbs soon rise with a shake and a tremor, steadied only with her reassurance and soft, whispered praise – she is so often stoic and carved of hardened stone, but nothing has ever torn down the hefty, burdensome wall around her heart as easily as the warmth that only motherhood could bring to her icy heart. Her son and daughter - their son and daughter are wavering to and fro, but eventually become balanced enough to seek the warm and luscious milk from her teats, nestling close between the bodies of their mother and father – comfortable, safe.
Gently, her pale lips brush over Ledger’s cheek, and the heavy scarring of his empty, sullen eye socket, placing a kiss where his deepest vulnerability lay. ”Don’t worry, Ledger,” she murmurs softly across his jawline, resting her forehead near the crook of his neck to listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat – to sync it with her own; to bring ease at last to her weary mind. ”they are mine and they are yours – they will love you as much as I, you. You’ll see.”
You’ll see.
Little did she know, fate had a different plan.
Slowly, though her barrel is still swollen and broad, she tucks her long and muscled legs beneath her, erecting herself before the small and spindly newborns that lay before her. Her tongue gently laves across the tender and hollow bones of their tightly tucked wings, plucking and preening affectionately at the soft, downy feathers that line the fragile bone structure until each are dry and cleansed of the remnants her womb had left behind across their skin.
With a gentle nudge to each, their own gangling limbs soon rise with a shake and a tremor, steadied only with her reassurance and soft, whispered praise – she is so often stoic and carved of hardened stone, but nothing has ever torn down the hefty, burdensome wall around her heart as easily as the warmth that only motherhood could bring to her icy heart. Her son and daughter - their son and daughter are wavering to and fro, but eventually become balanced enough to seek the warm and luscious milk from her teats, nestling close between the bodies of their mother and father – comfortable, safe.
Gently, her pale lips brush over Ledger’s cheek, and the heavy scarring of his empty, sullen eye socket, placing a kiss where his deepest vulnerability lay. ”Don’t worry, Ledger,” she murmurs softly across his jawline, resting her forehead near the crook of his neck to listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat – to sync it with her own; to bring ease at last to her weary mind. ”they are mine and they are yours – they will love you as much as I, you. You’ll see.”
You’ll see.
Little did she know, fate had a different plan.
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone;
you're not fit to fucking tread the ground that I am walking on.
you're not fit to fucking tread the ground that I am walking on.