And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
He draws her in, intriguing her in the most dangerous of ways. They had fought once, two sides of the same war. Still they battle, but it is a war neither of them will win. The magic that resides in their breasts are two parts of the same whole. It was inevitable perhaps, that they would come together. His darkness and her light are drawn to each other, longing to reunite.
But they are too different. Two creatures from different ends of a vast spectrum. They would either meld in a violent explosion, or be torn apart. It is difficult yet to say which it will be.
She can feel his eyes upon her, that terrible gaze almost a physical touch. Her skin ripples beneath her armor, shivering in mixed delight and fear. She should have left, run away like he had expected her to. But self-preservation has never been her strong suit. Her confidence in her own abilities, in her charm and beauty, leaves no room for such weakness.
Her lovely vines startle him. Ephemeral they might be, but even something so evanescent can carry a sharp sting. But she does not reproach him. That small, secretive smile graces her blue lips instead. There are mysteries in the smile, secrets hidden in the unfathomable depths of her silver eyes. He could not possibly understand the satisfactions he has given her, the utter delight at the outcome of their encounter.
His words shiver across her skin, causing her pale eyes to spark with amusement. She steps nearer, the delicately curling horns glittering as she raises her head to brush a gentle caress across his cheek, down his neck. She wonders if he will flinch from her, from such an insignificant touch.
”Not everything cracks, my darling Pollock.” Her words are breathed into his skin, her warm breath as much a caress as her lips had been. ”Some things are so much more flexible.”
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage