10-30-2019, 10:32 PM
This was wrong.
When Wolfbane looked down at Lilliana he knew that all of this was wrong. Wrong to hold her stare and then let it go so that he could roam over the fine, distinctly feminine structure of her cheekbones. Those sharp curves held up entire oceans, and for fear of drowning himself again Bane softened his own expression while he continued to adore hers. Strong; a bold look that Lilli gave to him in the silence after his question, searching for something he won’t keep hidden away. The pain of confusion and desire tearing him apart - they swirl together in his soul and leap out at her from where Bane watches and waits.
He consumes himself with her presence, happy to be quietly observed so that he could return the favor. She looked as lovely in the dark as she did at any other time, as lovely as she ever had. To her it may have felt as if the future came slowly in Beqanna, or that her duties were a monotonous means to an end, but to Wolfbane the changes were drastic. What he’d witnessed on the beach and what he sees now in the still-youthful marks of her skin (skin that radiates a perfume he no longer wants to resist) are the marks of Beqanna on her.
If Lilliana was taking root in this world, then this world had begun to take root in her as well.
“Not at all.” Wolfbane breathed back, intoxicated.
Slowly, as if he were drawn to the heat of her mouth, the smartly dressed horse lowered his head and smiled. He wanted, needed to touch her. On the bridge of her slender nose he could rest his lips perfectly and inhale the comforting warmth she never ceased to radiate, and if she let him (god he hoped she let him) then Wolfbane would trace the line up to her forehead and plant a soft, eager kiss against each of her eyelids.
“But I’m absolutely terrified of how you make me feel.” He admitted when the moment had gone and his mouth hovered nearer to her than before. Almost protective, somewhat possessive. He wondered if she’d ever considered that: what power she possessed over him. Lilliana may have questioned her own ability to hold steady against their obvious affection for one another, to Wolfbane she seemed reserved anyways - for good reason - and yet he hardly thought she knew what kind of absolute hold she’d already cast over him.
It’s because of his past that Bane knew he’d be in danger now. It's because of the way he lingered close and let the shadows underneath his round jaw cast a dark veil over Lilli's silver-gold face, like he meant to stay there, that Wolfbane knew he'd gone beyond reason or merit. He’d never once turned away from Lepis or been anything more than platonically interested in other females aside from his own brood, and here was Lilli aglow in the haze of fairy light, shattering those foundations without so much as blinking her eyes. She could destroy him if she wanted to.
“I don’t think I can be without you, Lilli girl. And that scares the shit outta me.”
@[lilliana] ffs I can't help myself with them
When Wolfbane looked down at Lilliana he knew that all of this was wrong. Wrong to hold her stare and then let it go so that he could roam over the fine, distinctly feminine structure of her cheekbones. Those sharp curves held up entire oceans, and for fear of drowning himself again Bane softened his own expression while he continued to adore hers. Strong; a bold look that Lilli gave to him in the silence after his question, searching for something he won’t keep hidden away. The pain of confusion and desire tearing him apart - they swirl together in his soul and leap out at her from where Bane watches and waits.
He consumes himself with her presence, happy to be quietly observed so that he could return the favor. She looked as lovely in the dark as she did at any other time, as lovely as she ever had. To her it may have felt as if the future came slowly in Beqanna, or that her duties were a monotonous means to an end, but to Wolfbane the changes were drastic. What he’d witnessed on the beach and what he sees now in the still-youthful marks of her skin (skin that radiates a perfume he no longer wants to resist) are the marks of Beqanna on her.
If Lilliana was taking root in this world, then this world had begun to take root in her as well.
“Not at all.” Wolfbane breathed back, intoxicated.
Slowly, as if he were drawn to the heat of her mouth, the smartly dressed horse lowered his head and smiled. He wanted, needed to touch her. On the bridge of her slender nose he could rest his lips perfectly and inhale the comforting warmth she never ceased to radiate, and if she let him (god he hoped she let him) then Wolfbane would trace the line up to her forehead and plant a soft, eager kiss against each of her eyelids.
“But I’m absolutely terrified of how you make me feel.” He admitted when the moment had gone and his mouth hovered nearer to her than before. Almost protective, somewhat possessive. He wondered if she’d ever considered that: what power she possessed over him. Lilliana may have questioned her own ability to hold steady against their obvious affection for one another, to Wolfbane she seemed reserved anyways - for good reason - and yet he hardly thought she knew what kind of absolute hold she’d already cast over him.
It’s because of his past that Bane knew he’d be in danger now. It's because of the way he lingered close and let the shadows underneath his round jaw cast a dark veil over Lilli's silver-gold face, like he meant to stay there, that Wolfbane knew he'd gone beyond reason or merit. He’d never once turned away from Lepis or been anything more than platonically interested in other females aside from his own brood, and here was Lilli aglow in the haze of fairy light, shattering those foundations without so much as blinking her eyes. She could destroy him if she wanted to.
“I don’t think I can be without you, Lilli girl. And that scares the shit outta me.”
@[lilliana] ffs I can't help myself with them
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