veer
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
But you understand, don’t you?
But you understand, don’t you?
V
eer does not mind the way her gaze feels a little heavy, like a silk shroud well-loved and covered in sand. He only smiles a little brighter and something in his gaze starts to spark and smolder. The look suggests that he knows all the thoughts running through her head, fueled no doubt by the liquor running through this party like a river. The look suggest that he knows and--He approves.
His own look is lazy as it traces her, and as blatant as her own stare. There is no shame to be found in all the molten, golden heat of his eyes. The rubies reflect in his eyes like drops of blood that should look strange but instead look like they belong mixed in with all that glitz and wealth. Veer brushes his feathers against her skin just to see if she's smart enough to pull away, or if she's clever enough to stay.
He waits, counting the rhythm of air thrumming, sweetly under the skin of her flank. She looks away and he almost laughs before he allows his gaze to slowly trace the path her own took. And because he wants to drag it back, forcefully and quickly, he presses closer to speak only inches away from her neck. “They are fools if they miss the rivers and the lakes.” Veer brushes a wing against a tank, soft enough that she might see he can be gentle as well as bold.
It's a lie of course, but he shakes his head so that his gold might sing and pull her gaze away.
“There is nothing for them in the dark waters besides death.” His wing flutters like a million butterflies when he tucks it back to his side. It's a lovely sound. The spark in his gaze turns to wildfire. “At least here they can die with beauty around them instead of darkness.” He's not looking at the fish anymore.
Veer is only looking at her and her rubies that shine like blood beneath the moonlight.
@Pavetta | "speaks" | notes: all the terrible flirting skills
