She wanted to run from him - from that oscillating gaze of ice and everything that lay within it. Eyes carved from glaciers and the arctic concealed secrets and oracles deep within their deep caverns; mysteries she dared not unearth with her devastating torch. She would melt it all away with but a single touch and for a moment Rhoswen imagined what it might be like to watch her flames lick and sweep across his pale bones, consuming him entirely. She shivered, almost hungrily, her slender ears twitching at the sound of his sarcasm. It snapped her from deeper musings, and for once Rhos was grateful.
Raum drew beside her, his shoulders breaching the hot air higher than her own, but this time the Solterran girl does not meet his gaze, does not allow her own to trace his hips or his throat. Her howling-grey eyes stare ahead - to the horizon, to the castle. Solterran people are the worst, she smirked, "you're entitled to your opinion, Raum, even if it is wrong."
It was what followed that changed something - everything - and for sleepless nights to come the memory of it would sing to her, a soft and unbearable lullaby. The man found her skin, hot and damp, pressing his lips against her shoulder so carefully; Rhoswen froze, her blood thrumming and screaming, a combination of rage and fervor beating hard against her chest. Who did he think he was - touching her, even only for a moment? The red-haired girl snapped her head toward him, her eyes ablaze, tongue lashing in reply, "I have more concern for a dung beetle."
But as she stalked off toward home, she could still feel his caress, and from deep within she could feel something growing; a hunger, a desire, a passion - for more.
@Raum -exit rhos-
