07-07-2019, 03:59 AM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul;
She shouldn’t want him the way that she does, and he wants to tell her so. He wants to respond to the words in her head, wants to tell her that everything about him is a mistake. She could do better than the wayward vagabond that he is, and that she deserved so much better. But, he is selfish, and he latches onto those thoughts, he drinks them like a man that has been stranded in the desert. They drive him to touch her more, to trail his lips along the crest of her neck, and to drag his teeth through the silken strands of her mane. “Taiga,” he echoes her response, seeming to test the word on his tongue. “At least now I know where to find you if you decide to disappear again,” he says with half a smile on his blue lips.
When she backs away, he does not try to pull her back in. Not yet, at least. He watches her, with eyes the same color as a storm-torn sea, and a tilt of his cerulean head. “Everywhere,” he answers simply at first, and the pause that follows almost feels like that is all he is going to say. “I’ve never been able to bring myself to stay in one place for long,” he finally continues, his gaze drifting past her and staring at some makeshift point in the distance. But he looks back to her, then, finding her purple eyes with his, and once again there is concern reflecting off the surface of them when he asks her gently, “How have you been? Besides...everything else.”
@[Izora Lethia]
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul;
She shouldn’t want him the way that she does, and he wants to tell her so. He wants to respond to the words in her head, wants to tell her that everything about him is a mistake. She could do better than the wayward vagabond that he is, and that she deserved so much better. But, he is selfish, and he latches onto those thoughts, he drinks them like a man that has been stranded in the desert. They drive him to touch her more, to trail his lips along the crest of her neck, and to drag his teeth through the silken strands of her mane. “Taiga,” he echoes her response, seeming to test the word on his tongue. “At least now I know where to find you if you decide to disappear again,” he says with half a smile on his blue lips.
When she backs away, he does not try to pull her back in. Not yet, at least. He watches her, with eyes the same color as a storm-torn sea, and a tilt of his cerulean head. “Everywhere,” he answers simply at first, and the pause that follows almost feels like that is all he is going to say. “I’ve never been able to bring myself to stay in one place for long,” he finally continues, his gaze drifting past her and staring at some makeshift point in the distance. But he looks back to her, then, finding her purple eyes with his, and once again there is concern reflecting off the surface of them when he asks her gently, “How have you been? Besides...everything else.”
R A E D
@[Izora Lethia]
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