07-15-2017, 10:42 PM
The darkness was toying with the red-eyed stranger, giving him just a sweet little taste of the places they two had gone together so many, many times. The stranger wasn’t entirely immune, but there was a cool calculation in those red eyes, a familiar studious fervor that told Drow quite clearly what kind of man this was. How well he knew that look, though the eyes that had always shone with that knowledge-hungry glint were dark brown verging on the black of his father’s, of the darkness standing between and playing so idly with the red-eyed man.
Curiosity. Not heat, not passion, not hunger burning inside him, flaring to life with every slice of his skin, every drip of his blood trickling down his skin, every flash of those exquisite white fangs, every piercing bite into his flesh. No, this one might play, but he wouldn’t revel in it the way they did.
Drow caught the hint of a smirk and returned it, unthreatened by the darkness’s brief, passing interest in a stranger. It wouldn’t be long before those endless black eyes made their way back to him, roved his body, lingered where teeth longed to sink in, where lips longed to touch. Red Eyes was asking the wrong questions, the boring questions, and it was only a matter of time ‘til the fun part started.
Wouldn't kill him to be patient. And meanwhile, he could let his mind wander on back, and think those memories good and loud for the darkness to hear. Because why the hell not?
Curiosity. Not heat, not passion, not hunger burning inside him, flaring to life with every slice of his skin, every drip of his blood trickling down his skin, every flash of those exquisite white fangs, every piercing bite into his flesh. No, this one might play, but he wouldn’t revel in it the way they did.
Drow caught the hint of a smirk and returned it, unthreatened by the darkness’s brief, passing interest in a stranger. It wouldn’t be long before those endless black eyes made their way back to him, roved his body, lingered where teeth longed to sink in, where lips longed to touch. Red Eyes was asking the wrong questions, the boring questions, and it was only a matter of time ‘til the fun part started.
Wouldn't kill him to be patient. And meanwhile, he could let his mind wander on back, and think those memories good and loud for the darkness to hear. Because why the hell not?