Try as she might, the tri-colored girl (woman, she would protest) found herself thinking idly about that galaxy-strewn boy from her adventures in the forest. There had been others who had interested her: a boy who could control the lava within the volcano’s birth, the painted-faced stallion who had challenged her, even her sisters kept her busy with their constant prattle. But despite all this, there were more nights that she would like to admit where she thought of Isakov and wondered if he still ached for the same intensity that she had felt that one dark night long ago.
It is why she leaves Tephra (though she’d never admit it, of course). She leaves because she is bored and, unfortunately, part of that was true. A new King had taken succession and Sunlight had been privy to different thoughts of his role; but nothing was fun, it was all idle and boring and dull. Nothing interesting was happening in the volcanic land, not even on Islandres or the accompanying territories. Nothing to soothe the ache in her soul, the need for flame and spark and excitement.
She had only ever felt that intensity with him and in a desperate attempt to relive those moments, she arrives to the forest with no light to guide her.
This time, she will not be a beacon.
This time, he ensures that she is not.
She is unaware that she has been spotted by him already. She is encased in darkness, picking through the forest carefully and almost stubbornly. She could easily light her path with a single thought but she refuses. Where would the excitement be, then? Sunlight is glad she does not give in to the burning of flame within her chest for, within moments, she is consumed by a fire that is not her own.
Her deep, golden eyes fall across the flames with such affection, a soft sigh erupts from her mouth.
She does not hesitate - does she ever? - to come close to the flaming stallion, drawn to his light and the way it snakes up his body hungrily as she imagines her own fire would do. With a deep inhale she suppresses the inclination, simmering her fire into a gentle ember within herself, swallowing it so that she may rest her golden gaze on his beautiful body even longer. Her name passes his lips and her eyes flutter in delight.
Without a thought, she murmurs: “Isakov?”
Her voice is robust and tinged with smoke, sultry in the deep darkness of night that suddenly consumes them as he douses his ever-enchanting flame. She had wanted to touch it, to mold it beneath her power, but hadn’t the chance to. She tsks softly, but does not stop her forward motion; there is something about him that she could not resist before and when he likened himself to her flame, she realized the reason why. She comes so close to him that her mouth is at his jawline, tracing the sharpness of it with tender, wistful movements with her lips; even in darkness, she is sure he can feel the smile she plants on his galaxy and ivory skin.
“It shows,” she whispers to him, even though they are submerged in darkness. She is grinning heatedly into his neck, her eyes adjusting to the deep shadow of the wood around them.
“Where did you learn such a trick?” she pauses, curious and almost needing to see it again, “Was it just for me?”
sunlight
@[isakov]