09-21-2018, 11:12 AM
Stillwater
He had been a fairly common face once. In the wide area of his wet and forested cage.
But he'd kept out of sight since the day she set him free.
He returned, briefly, to meet the youngest outcome of yet another mistake with her. Always her. He wouldn't be admitting that. If she didn't already know, he wouldn't put that power in her devilish hands.
And then he'd vanished again, to do what he does best. Attract and devour. Feast and prey. Live like the king she made him. He knew his first-born would follow suit. Occasionally, he might wonder what Djinni thinks of that. In rare moments, he might even wonder if she despises him for it. But it never lasts long in his thoughts.
She's always been a survivor.
The truth of that statement had his teeth pressing firmly together and his dark eyes flashing. He hated that he couldn't kill her. He hated that he couldn't taste her delicious, delicate last breath no matter how many times he got her in the water. Even though a small part of him thrills in it, this never-ending hunt, his irritation was poisoned with a secret pride.
As far as he knew, she is the only one that could survive him.
And now he craved her like a rare tonic, exquisite and invaluable. Even at that moment, as he rose from the waters before her as though summoned and obedient. But they both knew better. Water trailed over his disgustingly brown skin, a brown that made the blue of his eyes look darker, duller. He craved her. Needed the taste of her that he could nearly smell in the air, making his mouth water.
Looking into her eyes though, he couldn't help but smile, even just a little.
Brown.
Did she do that just for him?
Djinni.
I've missed you. But he'll never say it.
He'll never say it.
But he'd kept out of sight since the day she set him free.
He returned, briefly, to meet the youngest outcome of yet another mistake with her. Always her. He wouldn't be admitting that. If she didn't already know, he wouldn't put that power in her devilish hands.
And then he'd vanished again, to do what he does best. Attract and devour. Feast and prey. Live like the king she made him. He knew his first-born would follow suit. Occasionally, he might wonder what Djinni thinks of that. In rare moments, he might even wonder if she despises him for it. But it never lasts long in his thoughts.
She's always been a survivor.
The truth of that statement had his teeth pressing firmly together and his dark eyes flashing. He hated that he couldn't kill her. He hated that he couldn't taste her delicious, delicate last breath no matter how many times he got her in the water. Even though a small part of him thrills in it, this never-ending hunt, his irritation was poisoned with a secret pride.
As far as he knew, she is the only one that could survive him.
And now he craved her like a rare tonic, exquisite and invaluable. Even at that moment, as he rose from the waters before her as though summoned and obedient. But they both knew better. Water trailed over his disgustingly brown skin, a brown that made the blue of his eyes look darker, duller. He craved her. Needed the taste of her that he could nearly smell in the air, making his mouth water.
Looking into her eyes though, he couldn't help but smile, even just a little.
Brown.
Did she do that just for him?
Djinni.
I've missed you. But he'll never say it.
He'll never say it.