10-04-2018, 06:55 AM
Nerine feels very far away in this moment. Everything does, really. The entire world has narrowed to this encounter with the two of them, and even though Djinni leans away from him he comes nearer, and she wonders if he is drawn by the same magnetism that she pulls against. Her dark eyes trace the water that drips down his figure, follow the curve of his back until it is blurred by his nearness.
'You smell different', he says, but it is the way he offers to remove it that tells Djinni how he truly feels.
The reminder of the outside world feels strangely at odds with the way it has narrowed, and the rose-gold mare shakes her head as though the flinging about of her metallic mane might grant her some clarity. It does give her a chance to pull away, and she look up at his impossibly handsome face and feels her resistance pool at her feet like the water does at his.
"I have a mate," she tells him, using the word as Isobell had. "And a daughter." A family, something that was not so easily removed as the smell of them on her skin. Djinni knows she will not be able to refuse him if he comes any nearer, and so she throws words instead, an intangible barrier.
"I love them." She says, and it is true. Also true is the rising warmth of her blood, the loud strumming of her heart. The genie recognizes these symptoms, the weakening of her control, and she stares at the cause with unreadable eyes. They have only ever been good at one thing, and while at times she wondered if there was potential for something more, the dun mare had never let herself think on it too long.
'You smell different', he says, but it is the way he offers to remove it that tells Djinni how he truly feels.
The reminder of the outside world feels strangely at odds with the way it has narrowed, and the rose-gold mare shakes her head as though the flinging about of her metallic mane might grant her some clarity. It does give her a chance to pull away, and she look up at his impossibly handsome face and feels her resistance pool at her feet like the water does at his.
"I have a mate," she tells him, using the word as Isobell had. "And a daughter." A family, something that was not so easily removed as the smell of them on her skin. Djinni knows she will not be able to refuse him if he comes any nearer, and so she throws words instead, an intangible barrier.
"I love them." She says, and it is true. Also true is the rising warmth of her blood, the loud strumming of her heart. The genie recognizes these symptoms, the weakening of her control, and she stares at the cause with unreadable eyes. They have only ever been good at one thing, and while at times she wondered if there was potential for something more, the dun mare had never let herself think on it too long.