Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
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He smirked as he listened to her reply. As though it were not obvious she was attractive and he was obviously attracted to her. She had in a way been flaunting both her physical attractiveness and her intelligence. Mares without intelligence didn’t play games with strange stallions. He perked his ears and listened to her carefully, he had to catch every tone and meaning if he was to play this game. One had to be careful playing with snakes, it was a good way to get bitten. He needed to hold her close, but far enough that her fangs could not find its mark. At least until he understood her true nature. Did she want the thrill of the kill or simply the chase?
“Is it not the way of things? Of survival and of enjoyment of what is clearly placed before us? Of warmth and bodies - better then the rain” he said smoothly with a raised eyebrow setting slightly closer to her. He pulled in his desires, he would not move close enough to feel her warmth. That would be too dangerous. This game wouldn’t be as entertaining if there wasn’t a true electric current of risk flowing beneath it all.
He watched her once more change the mask she was facing him with. Once more playing the injured lamb for rescue. This game had become all the more entertaining, how many faces would she show him? “Well Fever, my plan is to try and find some shelter from this rain. Surely there is a cave somewhere to hold up in, at least until the weather clears up. But ultimately I wouldn’t suggest it generally wise to enter caves with strange stallions - but you are welcome to join me” His blue eyes flashed a wicked mysterious energy.
How simple it was to state an obvious fact. He would move on with or without fever, it was her choice. She could follow him, or stay here standing in the rain. He was not invested in her wellbeing. He could see himself caring in a distant future, perhaps if they could get past the games they were playing. But for now he would entertain himself, if she wished for company he would allow it. Perhaps she would want to find some warmth in this place with him.
image by:https://giphy.com/Allyouneediswall“Is it not the way of things? Of survival and of enjoyment of what is clearly placed before us? Of warmth and bodies - better then the rain” he said smoothly with a raised eyebrow setting slightly closer to her. He pulled in his desires, he would not move close enough to feel her warmth. That would be too dangerous. This game wouldn’t be as entertaining if there wasn’t a true electric current of risk flowing beneath it all.
He watched her once more change the mask she was facing him with. Once more playing the injured lamb for rescue. This game had become all the more entertaining, how many faces would she show him? “Well Fever, my plan is to try and find some shelter from this rain. Surely there is a cave somewhere to hold up in, at least until the weather clears up. But ultimately I wouldn’t suggest it generally wise to enter caves with strange stallions - but you are welcome to join me” His blue eyes flashed a wicked mysterious energy.
How simple it was to state an obvious fact. He would move on with or without fever, it was her choice. She could follow him, or stay here standing in the rain. He was not invested in her wellbeing. He could see himself caring in a distant future, perhaps if they could get past the games they were playing. But for now he would entertain himself, if she wished for company he would allow it. Perhaps she would want to find some warmth in this place with him.
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