04-21-2023, 12:59 AM
i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found --
She had not noticed the man standing on the shore, but when his voice cuts through the sound of the waves she does not give any indication that she is startled or unsettled. Instead, she angles her head towards him, the honeyed rays of the sun illuminating the frost-covered scales on her golden face as she fixes him with her ocean-blue eyes. She stares at him for one heartbeat, then two, her lovely head tilting as if she is contemplating even responding to him, but her lips are quirked into a barely-there kind of smile that indicates any hesitation is clearly an act.
She has not yet learned to be afraid of men, just as she has not yet learned that they should be afraid of her.
“Only the handsome ones,” she finally says, laughing and coy, and something almost wicked glints in her bright eyes. It is too easy to fall into this role, to play the part of the alluring siren, and the ocean at her back seems to only strengthen this image.
Whatever had been haunting her earlier is forgotten, and all she sees is the tempting stranger before her.
Languid and unhurried she moves closer to him, sweeping her eyes across his face. He’s a handsome thing, but that is not what draws her attention. It is the look in his eye, the silent craving for destruction, as if he had been looking for a shoreline to break against and she had put herself directly in his path. Something like a warning alights in her chest, a hollow kind of ache, but she looks again at his topaz eyes and the shifting galaxy across his side and finds it is easy to ignore her intuition when the desire to touch the stars is stronger.
“I’m Adriana. Why are you here?”
She has not yet learned to be afraid of men, just as she has not yet learned that they should be afraid of her.
“Only the handsome ones,” she finally says, laughing and coy, and something almost wicked glints in her bright eyes. It is too easy to fall into this role, to play the part of the alluring siren, and the ocean at her back seems to only strengthen this image.
Whatever had been haunting her earlier is forgotten, and all she sees is the tempting stranger before her.
Languid and unhurried she moves closer to him, sweeping her eyes across his face. He’s a handsome thing, but that is not what draws her attention. It is the look in his eye, the silent craving for destruction, as if he had been looking for a shoreline to break against and she had put herself directly in his path. Something like a warning alights in her chest, a hollow kind of ache, but she looks again at his topaz eyes and the shifting galaxy across his side and finds it is easy to ignore her intuition when the desire to touch the stars is stronger.
“I’m Adriana. Why are you here?”
adriana
