06-01-2018, 04:21 AM
the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth.
How do you love without deconstructing the one you hold dear, without picking them apart and pinning the pieces to cork board? She’d hung her thousand half-loves along the walls of her ribs and forgotten how her skin once burned for their touch. She never forgot home, though. It never fails, she comes circling back to her birthplace even after it tried to change its face into something unrecognizable. Her bones hum for the Forsaken Valley but she couldn’t find the old worn path back. The realization leaves the flavor of bile and tear-salt across her tongue but she manages to choke it down as quickly as it rose up.
The meadow. The field.
She mumbles an empty prayer that they still await her return, at least. Virgo ducks her pale head beneath a branch and it scrapes along her back like fingers trailed across her skin so delicately. The leaves catch on her barbed spine and twitch away when she continues forward. Her pace is slow and purposeful, each stride certain of itself with the near-white face held high. Daughter of countless kings, she’d never let her head hang before anyone. (A lie. Eons ago, she’d bowed her head to Eerie’s hateful touch and tucked her heart between her lover’s teeth.)
The trees give way to the field and she drinks in the scents of honeysuckles and strangers alike. Spring has always fit Beqanna like a tailored dress and she cannot help but notice. Used up petals curl on the wind and fit themselves into her mane as it sighs across her slender neck. She’s beautiful, but you could hardly breathe the words to a girl like her and expect her not to rip the words from your throat. Virgo’s got a soft face like her mama and her father’s coarse soul. There was never any hope for her, really.
She watches mothers with their newborns and her mouth twitches into a fleeting frown. Envy. Her hips have always ached for love and children but life never found a home in her. Not without a taste of magic interfering, at least. Virgo maintains her composure as always and turns to watch the emissaries instead.
Surely something could pique her interest today.
Virgo
you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.
you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please.