06-11-2021, 03:06 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
His pupils are thin and narrow, slitted in the circle of dark red that bores into her. A hint of the price that he paid for the gift of immortality, the gift of being Fae. She has paused before him, a gasp escaping her as amusement flickers in the gleaming shades of gold that boldly stares back at him. A primal part of him stirs to life under that gaze, similar to the sensation that Aela can bring to the surface when he explores the supple sunlight of her skin. There’s a twinge of guilt that follows, they had no claim on each other, none that had been verbally spoken anyway. Still, that feeling lingers as she murmurs to him and continues closer and his mind, body, and heart all seem to suddenly conflict with each other.
“Likewise.” He growls, a rather feral sound that escapes unexpectedly from his dark lips and rumbles its truth from deep in his chest. It seems that the recklessness has won this round as he boldly closes whatever distance that remains and grabs a strand of golden hair between his teeth as she slyly smiles at him, pulling it roughly. A curious thought runs through him as she speaks and he gives her that smug smile, the one he gives when he can’t properly sort through what he feels. He means to lie to her, when his mouth parts to speak. He finds that he cannot. Each word meant to build a lie becomes ash on his tongue, the words choking in his throat. Of course, Fae cannot lie. An old rule that was known to anyone who had dealings with faerie, one that he had reminded Cheri of when they had first met.
“We are.” He states instead and the fact that he can say that means it must be true. He thinks it must speak to the level of cruelty they both dance around, something dangerous. Unaware that his truth telling speaks to a much deeper level, something that connects them through fire and blood. Sunlight, she says. It fits her, the way her gold markings spark along the dark and light planes of her mismatched coat. Even the finely woven strands of gold that make up her mane and tail remind him of the burning sensation one gets when they look directly at the sun (a harsher correlation to his golden Seneschal’s sunshine). They rather match each other, this pair both adorned in black and gold. Perhaps that should be a clue but once again it is missed in their shared ignorance.
“Obscene.” He responds gruffly, the piece of her hair still between his teeth. Unwilling to let go as he eyes the charming grin on her lips and that serpentine feeling in his stomach recognizes something dangerous lurking beneath the simper of her smile.
“Likewise.” He growls, a rather feral sound that escapes unexpectedly from his dark lips and rumbles its truth from deep in his chest. It seems that the recklessness has won this round as he boldly closes whatever distance that remains and grabs a strand of golden hair between his teeth as she slyly smiles at him, pulling it roughly. A curious thought runs through him as she speaks and he gives her that smug smile, the one he gives when he can’t properly sort through what he feels. He means to lie to her, when his mouth parts to speak. He finds that he cannot. Each word meant to build a lie becomes ash on his tongue, the words choking in his throat. Of course, Fae cannot lie. An old rule that was known to anyone who had dealings with faerie, one that he had reminded Cheri of when they had first met.
“We are.” He states instead and the fact that he can say that means it must be true. He thinks it must speak to the level of cruelty they both dance around, something dangerous. Unaware that his truth telling speaks to a much deeper level, something that connects them through fire and blood. Sunlight, she says. It fits her, the way her gold markings spark along the dark and light planes of her mismatched coat. Even the finely woven strands of gold that make up her mane and tail remind him of the burning sensation one gets when they look directly at the sun (a harsher correlation to his golden Seneschal’s sunshine). They rather match each other, this pair both adorned in black and gold. Perhaps that should be a clue but once again it is missed in their shared ignorance.
“Obscene.” He responds gruffly, the piece of her hair still between his teeth. Unwilling to let go as he eyes the charming grin on her lips and that serpentine feeling in his stomach recognizes something dangerous lurking beneath the simper of her smile.
obscene
@[Sunlight]
*insert fire emoji*
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