09-30-2018, 12:01 PM
Stillwater
He held a polite smile as she spoke to him, and at her question, it turned a bit more into a smirk, and a little wry. He'd been attached to his cave here in Nerine, sure. He was naturally territorial at times, and yet also he could easily let things slip through his fingers like the water that so adored him. His place in Nerine was one he'd had no choice in letting go of, and having no choice in something had been entirely new for him.
Djinni had spirited him away, though, thanks to a few foolish words he'd been only slightly wary to utter at the time and came to deeply regret.
Never promise a favor to that creature.
"I did not," he confirmed casually. He'd had no desire to see his previous home demolished by his raging, hot-headed Queen. Would've been far better to see that untamed inferno in her eyes when she did it. Her temper and stiff neck had always been a point of amusement, those solid walls she hid herself behind so firmly. It had always been so much fun brushing his fingers across them, eroding them little by little. Trying to get in.
And he'd gotten so close, too.
Close enough to start a war inside himself that ultimately saved her from him. Disgusting, really.
Alas. He'd let her and that cave slip through his grasp with the patience of an ageless predator. Not entirely by choice, granted. Not after he'd become something of a captive king in another land.
"Other things?" he repeated gently, as gentle as the night breeze that brushed sweetly over his spine. His easy gaze never left hers, watching her. It was interesting that she didn't seem to blush. He would have guessed she might be a blushing type, attractive even beneath the jagged scars that claimed her so violently.
He thought back briefly and wondered if he'd left any scars. But, no. He took better care of his things, preferred them to stay beautiful until their last breath. It was a shame she'd possibly gotten caught by something so careless. Obviously, whatever it had been was far less successful than he.
Seeing as how she was still breathing.
Djinni had spirited him away, though, thanks to a few foolish words he'd been only slightly wary to utter at the time and came to deeply regret.
Never promise a favor to that creature.
"I did not," he confirmed casually. He'd had no desire to see his previous home demolished by his raging, hot-headed Queen. Would've been far better to see that untamed inferno in her eyes when she did it. Her temper and stiff neck had always been a point of amusement, those solid walls she hid herself behind so firmly. It had always been so much fun brushing his fingers across them, eroding them little by little. Trying to get in.
And he'd gotten so close, too.
Close enough to start a war inside himself that ultimately saved her from him. Disgusting, really.
Alas. He'd let her and that cave slip through his grasp with the patience of an ageless predator. Not entirely by choice, granted. Not after he'd become something of a captive king in another land.
"Other things?" he repeated gently, as gentle as the night breeze that brushed sweetly over his spine. His easy gaze never left hers, watching her. It was interesting that she didn't seem to blush. He would have guessed she might be a blushing type, attractive even beneath the jagged scars that claimed her so violently.
He thought back briefly and wondered if he'd left any scars. But, no. He took better care of his things, preferred them to stay beautiful until their last breath. It was a shame she'd possibly gotten caught by something so careless. Obviously, whatever it had been was far less successful than he.
Seeing as how she was still breathing.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it