[private] let it all go, sochi

[sochi]

sochi

She should have seen him sooner, she thinks, as he moves forward from the shadows—as the glow of his halo illuminates his face and the large wings pull in close to his sides. Her yellow eyes are curious, sharp, as she studies the angles of him. Something about the shadows beneath the surface feel almost like the ones that run like an electric undercurrent underneath her skin and she shifts then, suddenly, violently.

Within a breath, she is standing as herself, the thick coat of the tigress disappeared.

Her eyes peer out silver as her blaze shines in the night and the blood on her chin matches the vivid crimson of the slashes across her chest. “Look at me,” she repeats and her voice is low, throaty. There is nothing of the sharp hunger that she had just trembled with—the emotions that rage under it all. There is nothing but the taste of the copper on her tongue and the scent of the kill still hanging thickly around her.

“There are so many words that are not beautiful,” she nearly drawls, feeling that familiar edge of hunger beneath the surface that rises again that is always just out of reach, even when her belly is full. “I can show them to you, if you would like,” a bloody smile as she angles her head. “A lesson, perhaps.”

The recklessness explodes within her until all she can see are stars.

well, I can try to get you closer but I know you’d break your neck just to see the stars
and if we don’t dare to hold it then this reckless wandering love was never ours