06-08-2020, 07:47 PM
His enchanted reaction to the lake’s guardian clearly delighted her. Nimeda’s beam was effusive above the waves tickling gentle at her neck, the eyes above that bright with the promised shine of another secret to unearth -- for such wondrous creatures had not been created with those gifts such as she showed him in mind. On the contrary, it was not what they were built for at all. Yet like shoots from barren soil, mother nature’s was always the stronger claim. Men would crush that monstrous unknown right underfoot in their discovery of it, as they already had for one of the creature’s brethren -- not just to claim glory over their ferocity, of course, but for what they possessed. But Tristan understood.
A brilliant smile danced for the affirmation, though it seemed in the same breath that the wolf had been speaking of something else entirely. Surprise softened Nimeda into curiosity at the way he leaned in, for she usually had a keener sense of such needs in others. Perhaps it was only that Tristan’s emotions were so suddenly moved by the great buffeting of tides swept in from the things she had shown him below; a passion born from the single crest of a moment. She did not much question it, and when the tremor of those waves came to lap against her own shore it was to a natural and inquisitive welcome.
His lips were cold from the frozen depths, and tasted of the clean freshwater beaded along their surface. Warmth blossomed in her as quickly as one of Tuuru’s blooms seeking the sun, alongside a hum of laughter as playfully charmed as her initial sink into the lake’s embrace. She considered the thrill of a chase -- he’d laughed on the journey down and down and down. But distraction only slipped her arms up the landscape of his wet skin, finding an anchor behind the wide chords of his neck. She pulled up and close, allowing herself to feel the nip of cold so that she might draw into the captivation of heat. The tribal drum of his heart beat against her like he swallowed the heavens inside; sun-moon-stars-all, claimed in fierce and ancient retribution. The threads of her were pulled in by the rhythm, the resonance shivering her through and met by the hunger of her own lips.
A brilliant smile danced for the affirmation, though it seemed in the same breath that the wolf had been speaking of something else entirely. Surprise softened Nimeda into curiosity at the way he leaned in, for she usually had a keener sense of such needs in others. Perhaps it was only that Tristan’s emotions were so suddenly moved by the great buffeting of tides swept in from the things she had shown him below; a passion born from the single crest of a moment. She did not much question it, and when the tremor of those waves came to lap against her own shore it was to a natural and inquisitive welcome.
His lips were cold from the frozen depths, and tasted of the clean freshwater beaded along their surface. Warmth blossomed in her as quickly as one of Tuuru’s blooms seeking the sun, alongside a hum of laughter as playfully charmed as her initial sink into the lake’s embrace. She considered the thrill of a chase -- he’d laughed on the journey down and down and down. But distraction only slipped her arms up the landscape of his wet skin, finding an anchor behind the wide chords of his neck. She pulled up and close, allowing herself to feel the nip of cold so that she might draw into the captivation of heat. The tribal drum of his heart beat against her like he swallowed the heavens inside; sun-moon-stars-all, claimed in fierce and ancient retribution. The threads of her were pulled in by the rhythm, the resonance shivering her through and met by the hunger of her own lips.
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