[mature] we're setting fire to our insides for fun; ophie

[adna]

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Adna has so many lessons to learn that she doesn’t even know where to start. How does one learn how to live a life that is not plagued with sorrow. How does one learn to live a life that is not constantly weighed down with the need to run away, to find hope in tomorrow, to find some ability to lose yourself.

But she doesn’t want to be smart now—she doesn’t want to learn a lesson.

She wants to make mistakes, and she wants to make them with him.

So she does. He begins to touch her, to find the curves of her, and she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat. Something like a growl, or a hiss. Something that is predatory in its roughness and yet delicate in its fragility. It is something that she clings to; this duality of need and want, give and take.

She leans into his touch, a shudder running down her spine as heat flickers to light in her breast. This is dangerous, she knows. This is a game she should not be playing. This is going to hurt. But she wants it to. She leans into the knife’s edge and hopes it breaks the skin. She hungers for that taste of devastation.

When he lifts himself, when he enters her, she can only say his name. It whispers out of her serpentine mouth, flickers between her fangs, and she focuses on the feel of him against the scales on her back. The feather light touches of the wings against her sides, the sweat the builds beneath her mane.

She says his name—again, and again.

Until it a noise, a murmur, a moan.

When it is finished and he slides from her, she wonders at how she could feel so empty. She feels a pain that is nearly exquisite in its beauty, piercing through her ribcage. This will not last.

“I can try,” she says quietly, but even as she says it, she knows he will never truly want her.

No one ever does.

adna

we're setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

@[Ophanim]