SUNLIGHT
Perhaps she has always been built for the same thing as him - destruction itself, laying waste to the world and whoever she wishes, with little to no thought to the consequences of doing so. The idea of it creeps twistedly into her mind, like thorny vines or the sensual curve of a snake’s body around her throat. It’s beautiful and enchanting. Though fire does not consume the world yet, it’s home is within her chest, biding its time and strengthening. The fire cares for Isakov (in some sick, fascinating way) however, and her infatuation with the handsome stallion might be the sole reason he survives.
Something within her begs her to relent, to open wide her thoughts and allow him access to each intricate part of her, to allow him to do whatever he pleases with what he finds there. There is a visible shudder down her spine at the thought, those expressive eyes alight with headiness, nearly intoxicated by his closeness and how the warmth of his breath speaks against her skin in such a way that she is sure she could remain beside him forever.
Another part of her, burning and harsh, will not allow her to bend. To answer his question truthfully would be her undoing.
That same intensity of her ember-flecked eyes remains patiently on him, searching the depths of his golden irises for something she would perhaps never find. She smiles lazily with a knowing gaze. How easily he’ll shatter her heart, breaking any piece of her that remains innocent and untouched. He will do it without a thought and she’ll let him.
But she only smiles at him.
“I could only dream about the ways,” comes the breathy reply, tracing the deep cobalt of his jawline with the softness of her lips. She swears the stars on his skin swirl at her touch and once again she is mesmerized by him, unable to stop herself from placing a burning, delicate kiss on his cheek. “You’ll take my heart,” Sunlight murmurs, the sharpness of her eyes uncharacteristically bold against the softness of her voice. “I’ll watch you swallow it whole until there’s nothing but a burning pit in my chest.”
He will break her and whether it be masochism or merely young infatuation, she’ll allow him to do it.
“The real question is - ” Sunlight pauses, tipping her head back slightly to gaze up at him once again, “will you be there to watch me rise from the ashes and incinerate the world?” The smile on her face is vile and dripping with corruption. She hadn’t known what she truly desired, but beneath a dark sky and with Isakov being so near, Sunlight never felt more aligned with a purpose.
The world would burn.
Something within her begs her to relent, to open wide her thoughts and allow him access to each intricate part of her, to allow him to do whatever he pleases with what he finds there. There is a visible shudder down her spine at the thought, those expressive eyes alight with headiness, nearly intoxicated by his closeness and how the warmth of his breath speaks against her skin in such a way that she is sure she could remain beside him forever.
Another part of her, burning and harsh, will not allow her to bend. To answer his question truthfully would be her undoing.
That same intensity of her ember-flecked eyes remains patiently on him, searching the depths of his golden irises for something she would perhaps never find. She smiles lazily with a knowing gaze. How easily he’ll shatter her heart, breaking any piece of her that remains innocent and untouched. He will do it without a thought and she’ll let him.
But she only smiles at him.
“I could only dream about the ways,” comes the breathy reply, tracing the deep cobalt of his jawline with the softness of her lips. She swears the stars on his skin swirl at her touch and once again she is mesmerized by him, unable to stop herself from placing a burning, delicate kiss on his cheek. “You’ll take my heart,” Sunlight murmurs, the sharpness of her eyes uncharacteristically bold against the softness of her voice. “I’ll watch you swallow it whole until there’s nothing but a burning pit in my chest.”
He will break her and whether it be masochism or merely young infatuation, she’ll allow him to do it.
“The real question is - ” Sunlight pauses, tipping her head back slightly to gaze up at him once again, “will you be there to watch me rise from the ashes and incinerate the world?” The smile on her face is vile and dripping with corruption. She hadn’t known what she truly desired, but beneath a dark sky and with Isakov being so near, Sunlight never felt more aligned with a purpose.
The world would burn.
a fire shall be woken
@isakov