Walk like an angel . . .
In another universe, he is suave and beautiful: both shadow and light and twisting endlessly beneath the stars. He tucks a beautiful woman close to his hips, wraps lithe fingers around her hand, and spins her wildly until she bursts into delighted and dizzy giggles. He smiles, impossibly white teeth just a little too small and glittering against the moonlight.
Talk like an angel . . .
He presses his lips to her ear and whispers something silly just when she thinks he is going to completely sweep her off her feet. Maybe she’ll smack him away playfully or tug him in closer—either way, he will have her exactly where he wants her. Wrapped tautly around his fingers and relaxed in all of the most vulnerable ways, he whisks her in a slow circle.
But I got wise . . .
One cool hand winds up her spine and to the back of her neck. He finds his fingers mingling with the silky locks of her raven hair, her lips turn up in a shy smile, both of their heart rates pick up . . . The wind blows just hard enough to break him from his reverie, the smell of her perfume overwhelming—he blinks the haze away and draws back, his pointer finger and his thumb dragging a thick piece of her hair to the side.
You’re the devil in disguise . . .
Draco blinks away sleep, a late morning breeze tangling the rough white locks of his mane. He peers around as he realizes he has slept late. Huh, I’m depressed, he thinks, and with a shrug of already bored shoulders he slowly climbs to his hooves. Maybe I should just go back to sleep.
The fantasies there are much better, yes; but the budding young man can’t let his sister go unattended for too long (what exactly is he up to there?). There are some exciting things, like his horn-eyed half-sibling he is still observing. Litotes did not mention his children to each other very much, but the ones he was proud of he could not help but speak their names’ a little more often. Ghaul, this one is, and Draco thinks he might be only truly fascinating thing in all of Beqanna.
Speaking of the hell-spawn, the demon-boy knows he must be wandering somewhere in the red dust and clay; so he sets off to find him.
this is a stupid thing i had stuck in my head so i made into a post that doesn't make sense because starters do! not! matter! anyways
for @[ghaul] and any <3
