03-09-2019, 09:13 PM
Cosmos
There is nothing sweeter than the touch of an old friend. With age, the feeling between the pair has intensified; its flavor now supple and thick upon her tongue, as if she had drawn a trickle of his blood into her mouth. Aegean’s lips upon her nape are so warm that little goosebumps rise along each side of her neck. How interesting it is to meet in these circumstances: beneath the romantic rain, two brilliantly marked creatures too bright against the backdrop.
When they reach the shore, Cosmos rushes into the irritable waves. The water is gray as it holds the reflection of the sky - dark and frothy with the might of the rain. She smiles into its strength, welcoming the sting of the salt as it slaps her chest. There she stands, not wondering if her glowing friend follows. She thinks he will understand, having the same wondrous and strange heart as she.
“Aegean,” she calls, casting her characteristic charming and enthralled gaze back at him, “how can you stand to live amongst such wild beauty all the time!” The smile on her face is magnificent, enamored, blooming with each clear drop that slams into her face. The absolute peace and delight she feels at sharing such emotions is overwhelming: the tides of sensation escape in little tears that most would mistake for the rain.
Joy has been slim for her recently, and Aegean reminds her that Yidhra is not the only connection she may make.
“Tell me, beautiful boy, what do you dream of?” A query most might find odd, but Cos simply chases the feeling. She leans to press her cheek to his, wanting to feel the answer in his skin as well as in her ears.
When they reach the shore, Cosmos rushes into the irritable waves. The water is gray as it holds the reflection of the sky - dark and frothy with the might of the rain. She smiles into its strength, welcoming the sting of the salt as it slaps her chest. There she stands, not wondering if her glowing friend follows. She thinks he will understand, having the same wondrous and strange heart as she.
“Aegean,” she calls, casting her characteristic charming and enthralled gaze back at him, “how can you stand to live amongst such wild beauty all the time!” The smile on her face is magnificent, enamored, blooming with each clear drop that slams into her face. The absolute peace and delight she feels at sharing such emotions is overwhelming: the tides of sensation escape in little tears that most would mistake for the rain.
Joy has been slim for her recently, and Aegean reminds her that Yidhra is not the only connection she may make.
“Tell me, beautiful boy, what do you dream of?” A query most might find odd, but Cos simply chases the feeling. She leans to press her cheek to his, wanting to feel the answer in his skin as well as in her ears.
when you go,
take this heart
take this heart
@[aegean] don’t mind me just taking eight million years to reply : (