[mature] another day I wake without your touch [Offspring/Any]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

I’ll have a reason good enough

I’ll believe in you and trust

On the day you finally see that the way you treated me

Was a far cry from love

The summer air is dry leaving much to be desired. Already the sun is becoming too warm on her back, forcing her to stretch and arch her wings slightly as if the shade of feathers can protect her. It takes only a moment, when she glances towards the trees and debates heading to the cool relief they offer, that he appears. Like a shadow of a ghost, suddenly his broad figure is parting the others as if they do not exist. Moses parting his Red Sea. Her pulse quickens instantly, her breath catching in her throat. Inside she is panicking, excited. Her exterior says otherwise.

Part of her is offended and angry. Had she not been worth his time? While she knew what the burden of a kingdom felt like and that it took up most of one’s to do… If he had wanted to see her, he would have. As he had done that night, showing up on the shores of Nerine. Nayl’s visit to Offspring is unknown to her and so she is unaware that perhaps this may be what had kept them apart for so long.

The other half of her is all fluttering heart and dizzy desire. As he closes in, she can remember the way he tasted on her tongue. The smell of salt and ash. The way the very depths of crimson (so like her father's and yet… so different) had seemed to smolder. Just for her. The flame seems to reignite and as he strides towards her (all dark, brooding, puckered scars and well toned muscle) she can barely contain the sudden urge to touch him again. To explore further, go deeper. How could she admit that she has replayed that moment a thousand times? That she has daydreamed about where that encounter could have gone. What it would be like to finally overcome her past and place her trust in him.

”I could say the same for you.” She finally answers, casting her gilded gaze up towards him as she tosses the stray tendrils from her view. Searching into him, looking for some sort of hint of what had happened. If they were to pretend that it had been nothing. Until he gave some sort of sign, she holds her cards close to her chest. Control is all she has left.

She keeps her eyes on his, unwavering and defiant. Not allowing them to travel along the broadness of his neck, the slope of his shoulder, the scars that tell his story. Instead she keeps to the red line, unwilling to give in so easily to him. Knowing that to wander over his body will only make it harder to keep focus. He claims his hopes to see her again and she nearly snorts with disbelief. Instead, her burning for him festers into a different kind of flame. The one that had kept her a Khaleesi for so long. It would be easier to ask, why didn’t you? Why didn’t you find me? However, she has never been one for being easy.

”I had hoped the same. I almost gave up on it.” She responds slowly, still sending golden shards to pierce through the haze of red. ”How is Tephra? Reagan?” She finally asks. Sifting through the sand grain by grain to uncover that which she suspects. All the while fighting every instinct that lures her to move closer to him, to take that which she wants.

@[Offspring]