A-ma-roq
His name is a brutal kind of delicacy. Each syllable snaps like a broken bone, between them marrow rising dense and delicious. It suits him, although she wonders if this was not a quality of the name but the man. He has a certain gravity to him that makes the world lean in and listen. Any name would curl up happily in his lap, submit itself to be his and his completely.
She’s jealous.
“I’m Anandi.”
Her name is a promise, or a herald. The rustle of tall grass as the snake winds through, its forked tongue tasting the air- a-nan-di- something from the deep. Something from the dark. She is just the first. Soon there will be many, and this Amaroq will curse the day he set his teeth on her pale, lovely neck. “You’re beautiful,” she says, because it was true, even if she might hate him. Maybe she liked the way he made her blood race in a way that was different from that of a huntress. Maybe she even loved, just a little bit, the way he made her feel taught as a bow, yearning for release. It was a beautiful thing, when the arrow so loved its target.
“Are you the one who turned the commander?” Anandi tilts her head, docile. The sunlight reflects off the water, glittering on her features like a strange and dangerous starscape. She licks her teeth to keep from asking what did it feel like, what did it taste like.
what kind of
sound
did she make?
Did she
… like it?
But the questions run through her eyes, hungry and wanting. Curious, so very curious. And so very unafraid.
She considers his proposal, uncertain. It would be quite unbecoming to follow this stranger anywhere. Not that anyone of interest was watching. It was also a matter of posterity, self preservation. She did not trust him.
But she also did not fear him. It was part arrogance, part stupidity, part nature. Part loneliness. Finally she nods, the gesture tiny and unpleased, although she cannot hide the excited curl at the edge of her lips. The girl so loved surprises. She dips below the surface, and peers at him expectantly through the halo of his long mane.
Like a deep woman, the sea hid a good deal; it had many faces, many delicate, terrible veils. It spoke of miracles and distances; if it could court, it could also kill.
@Amaroq <3
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
☾
