They are two planets set upon a collision course. Each push and pull was intoxicating, infuriating. It was an inescapable force, drawing them in together. Each step they resisted, each step they fought, savage, hurt and angry. Raum wonders of their collision. It would be terrible, beautiful, destructive.
His teeth grit, the gilded hall with its golden laughter rang out around the girl of fire, her heart the brightest inferno in all Solterra. Rhoswen will turn him to molten metal and he will scold her with just a touch.
Her chin lifts with her statement, her eyes an iron sky of fierce determination. This creature, born beneath shadow and darkness, was never destined to remain, adorned Denocte’s darkness. No, light and gold were her garments of choice, Solis’ voice the only song she would ever dance to. The Crow wondered what it would be to see her dance now, beneath the fire of the sun, with sand at her feet and gold as her sky.
Yet each step the mercury boy would drag her into darkness, fierce, determined and every step she would resist. A part of Raum, deep and dark, enjoyed watching her fight him.
Her words are a knife to his skin, he bleeds, somewhere, somewhere deep and yet, and yet he smiles. He laughs. The gilded hall of soft, soft sunlight and vapid luxury, rings with his laughter. It chimes off dusted glass chandeliers, it ripples through faded curtains of crimson velvet. It is a laugh as soft and choking as the scarf around his neck. There is nothing humorous about it. It was a laugh not designed to make her smile. It is the snarl of an animal.
Blue eyes close for the scent of her, close, maddeningly close. They blaze beneath his eyelids, laying electric pricks along her skin when they open at last. “Then I had better hope I never get caught.” He says softly, a blunt, beautiful blade to skim across her skin.
The only sound they hear next is the Crow’s sigh, for their simmering anger is heard only within themselves and only seen in the wild of their eyes. “I couldn’t leave you alone, Rhoswen, not even if I wanted to.” He leaves her with his confession, stark and naked in the air between them. It is a piece of him exposed, given to her upon a voice made weary by this draw to her he cannot escape.
In silence, in darkness, he leaves her to her gilded hall, resplendent and beautiful.
@Rhoswen - onto the next! eeeeek
His teeth grit, the gilded hall with its golden laughter rang out around the girl of fire, her heart the brightest inferno in all Solterra. Rhoswen will turn him to molten metal and he will scold her with just a touch.
Her chin lifts with her statement, her eyes an iron sky of fierce determination. This creature, born beneath shadow and darkness, was never destined to remain, adorned Denocte’s darkness. No, light and gold were her garments of choice, Solis’ voice the only song she would ever dance to. The Crow wondered what it would be to see her dance now, beneath the fire of the sun, with sand at her feet and gold as her sky.
Yet each step the mercury boy would drag her into darkness, fierce, determined and every step she would resist. A part of Raum, deep and dark, enjoyed watching her fight him.
Her words are a knife to his skin, he bleeds, somewhere, somewhere deep and yet, and yet he smiles. He laughs. The gilded hall of soft, soft sunlight and vapid luxury, rings with his laughter. It chimes off dusted glass chandeliers, it ripples through faded curtains of crimson velvet. It is a laugh as soft and choking as the scarf around his neck. There is nothing humorous about it. It was a laugh not designed to make her smile. It is the snarl of an animal.
Blue eyes close for the scent of her, close, maddeningly close. They blaze beneath his eyelids, laying electric pricks along her skin when they open at last. “Then I had better hope I never get caught.” He says softly, a blunt, beautiful blade to skim across her skin.
The only sound they hear next is the Crow’s sigh, for their simmering anger is heard only within themselves and only seen in the wild of their eyes. “I couldn’t leave you alone, Rhoswen, not even if I wanted to.” He leaves her with his confession, stark and naked in the air between them. It is a piece of him exposed, given to her upon a voice made weary by this draw to her he cannot escape.
In silence, in darkness, he leaves her to her gilded hall, resplendent and beautiful.
@Rhoswen - onto the next! eeeeek
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
