04-24-2019, 07:01 PM
Ophanim
He should have learned his lesson last year and he certainly should have gotten the point when Meraxes showed up in Loess looking just like him. But Ophanim has pretended to be happy so long that the holes in his heart have grown irreparably massive. His mother never visits. Starsin never stays. His father is dream of a memory from childhood. The angel boy would cry if he ever stopped forcing himself to smile and laugh. In the dead of night, he stands alone in vast fields as empty as he is, and he wonders if it will always hurt this way. He wonders if it ever gets better.
Will his face ever match what he feels?
Maybe that’s why he feels so safe with Adna. She wears her pain right there on the surface and forges it into an armor to keep her safe from everything he welcomes into his life. The serpent girl could snap the neck of anyone who tried to add more sorrows into her spine while he rolls out the welcome mat for it. He could learn a thing or two from her but he’s never been quick on the uptake anyway.
But we could be.. For tonight maybe.
He swallows hard and suddenly this is his first time all over again. Because this matters like it did then. Not in the same way, but they are kindred spirits who are destined to intertwine from time to time. Ophanim steps close one more and presses his lips to the corner of hers – gentle, careful like she might break. He forms a little trail down her neck and over her spine so she always knows where he is without looking. When he reaches her hips, he hovers there for a moment and watches the way her scales reflect the light.
He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves and then gingerly lifts himself onto her. His feathered wings curl forward to hold her close but never too tight. Ophanim feels his breath suddenly turn to panting as his hips meet hers, greedy for this and everything she has to offer. The angel boy closes his eyes and tries to show at least some semblance of restraint for her sake. Her body makes his skin feel like static and Ophanim has to bury his face in her mane to muffle the sounds of his moans. As his pace picks up and he grows more reckless, her name finds its way across his tongue as though it is the only word he knows anymore.
As a sheen of sweat forms across his skin, that electric feeling of pleasure runs up his spine and he gives one final jerk of his hips. His chest heaves for breath but he remains buried inside her for a few moments more. The angel boy plants a final kiss between her shoulders and gives a faint whimper as he slides off her back. His wings hang, exhausted, against his sides.
“I’m.. I’m going to stay in Loess. Maybe someday you can live there too?”
He doesn’t say that he wants her too but his eyes are hopeful. Once again, he lines himself up for hurt and waits patiently, gratefully for it.