I'll tell you my sins & you can sharpen your knife
a sultry sphere upon denocte's blackened sky; with heat, with genteel adoration, the jewel moon adorns our wolven minx in the ashen filigree of her celestial gown. euryale calantha is a venus flame, burning hotly. she wants worlds. she wants religions. she wants to consume creation. a serpent in the garden of eden, she is lucifer's song. ever hungry; intoxicating. starved for luxury as she is for carnal violence.
smouldering in her ruinous wickedness, her viperine physique, slithers with unholy blood coursing her veins. her body of crimson, and ivory, purrs against the silk breath of darkness. hellfire curves, glowing beneath the intimate warmth of candlelight. she moves with a restlessness in her stride. one elegantly-carved brow rises a fraction at the preening of the boy, as he withdraws some kelp and reveals oriens' shell. euryale smirks a little. he was a lively creature wasn't he? where were his parents?
she watches the boy with the lazy intrigue of a housecat. how the crooning curve of her lips, smoothes into arctic resolve. razing-red irises, stitching ever silently upon the young, pale-skinned lad; how the candlelight emanates around his lithe frame, casting him in aureate light. she should feel curious. doesn't. he is too young to warrant anything other than an icy waning interest and a hooded softly-gleaming gaze.
euryale is half-tempted to turn away. to leave the boy child. to abandon him in the shadows. already she seeks the outline of the woods. porcelain visage gazing across the lake. cast to the far-off wilderness. she wants to run beneath the heavy musk of pines; bay like wolves in the moonlight. this boy is too gentle. too tame. there is a softness in him that makes her want to recoil. like a wolf might recoil from the touch of a human hand.
"o witches are full of magic.
especially sea witches."
euryale flashes him a devilish wink, her voice playfully enticing. the throbbing heat of wine pulsates throughout her veins. ebbing warmly. ebbing softly. beneath her flesh a restlessness stirs. a beastly yawn, smothered of passion and hunger. she steps out of the tent with invitation. crimson bodice flashing beneath moonlight. lilac curls twisting in the night breeze.
"would you like to walk around the lake?"
the only heaven i'll be sent to
is when i'm alone with you
smouldering in her ruinous wickedness, her viperine physique, slithers with unholy blood coursing her veins. her body of crimson, and ivory, purrs against the silk breath of darkness. hellfire curves, glowing beneath the intimate warmth of candlelight. she moves with a restlessness in her stride. one elegantly-carved brow rises a fraction at the preening of the boy, as he withdraws some kelp and reveals oriens' shell. euryale smirks a little. he was a lively creature wasn't he? where were his parents?
she watches the boy with the lazy intrigue of a housecat. how the crooning curve of her lips, smoothes into arctic resolve. razing-red irises, stitching ever silently upon the young, pale-skinned lad; how the candlelight emanates around his lithe frame, casting him in aureate light. she should feel curious. doesn't. he is too young to warrant anything other than an icy waning interest and a hooded softly-gleaming gaze.
euryale is half-tempted to turn away. to leave the boy child. to abandon him in the shadows. already she seeks the outline of the woods. porcelain visage gazing across the lake. cast to the far-off wilderness. she wants to run beneath the heavy musk of pines; bay like wolves in the moonlight. this boy is too gentle. too tame. there is a softness in him that makes her want to recoil. like a wolf might recoil from the touch of a human hand.
especially sea witches."
euryale flashes him a devilish wink, her voice playfully enticing. the throbbing heat of wine pulsates throughout her veins. ebbing warmly. ebbing softly. beneath her flesh a restlessness stirs. a beastly yawn, smothered of passion and hunger. she steps out of the tent with invitation. crimson bodice flashing beneath moonlight. lilac curls twisting in the night breeze.
is when i'm alone with you
