10-06-2018, 06:03 PM
Stillwater
Power.
It's a word that would normally set him on edge. Magic had always been a threat, a potential cage, a possible master. He didn't particularly like to be someone's pet. He had his own power, sure. But he also had ancient limitations he guarded as vigilantly as he could.
Something came over her though, and that did set his senses on alert. His eyes sharpened on her and he studied her intently. He could smell fear, but he could smell something more. Magic was not something he could innately sense, though there was something here, something lurking beneath her glassy surface. A fear, and a desire. A craving.
He knew cravings.
"Stillwater. Don't ask me anything more."
A new thing had upset her. And somehow it encouraged her closer. His cool gaze dropped to that step nearer, flicked back to her face with an interested glint shining back, a hint of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. He stepped in closer too.
His body angled slightly, and he circled her slowly, endlessly calm as he studied her. His hungry stare drew over her figure, imagining what he'd find under her skin, mouth hovering over her as he traced her shoulder, her side, her hip. What sort of secrets she was hiding. Was she something that could fight him? Or something he could control.
Or something far greater.
She seemed stiff, guarded. And yet some part of her didn't feel that way to him. Some part of her... He smiled. Turned his face to her as he lingered at her hip, close enough to caress her with a warm breath. Close enough to breathe in the taunting scent of her. She was just the right sort of interesting, just the right puzzle to hold his interest.
"Would you like to swim instead."
It was quiet, soft. Merely a trickle of his smooth voice. He understood avoiding questions, after all. And they could be doing things far better than standing around dry and chatting uselessly.
It's a word that would normally set him on edge. Magic had always been a threat, a potential cage, a possible master. He didn't particularly like to be someone's pet. He had his own power, sure. But he also had ancient limitations he guarded as vigilantly as he could.
Something came over her though, and that did set his senses on alert. His eyes sharpened on her and he studied her intently. He could smell fear, but he could smell something more. Magic was not something he could innately sense, though there was something here, something lurking beneath her glassy surface. A fear, and a desire. A craving.
He knew cravings.
"Stillwater. Don't ask me anything more."
A new thing had upset her. And somehow it encouraged her closer. His cool gaze dropped to that step nearer, flicked back to her face with an interested glint shining back, a hint of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. He stepped in closer too.
His body angled slightly, and he circled her slowly, endlessly calm as he studied her. His hungry stare drew over her figure, imagining what he'd find under her skin, mouth hovering over her as he traced her shoulder, her side, her hip. What sort of secrets she was hiding. Was she something that could fight him? Or something he could control.
Or something far greater.
She seemed stiff, guarded. And yet some part of her didn't feel that way to him. Some part of her... He smiled. Turned his face to her as he lingered at her hip, close enough to caress her with a warm breath. Close enough to breathe in the taunting scent of her. She was just the right sort of interesting, just the right puzzle to hold his interest.
"Would you like to swim instead."
It was quiet, soft. Merely a trickle of his smooth voice. He understood avoiding questions, after all. And they could be doing things far better than standing around dry and chatting uselessly.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it