02-03-2014, 07:06 PM
Aria drew him in, closer and closer until his face was nearly pressed upon hers. Although he held himself back, he suddenly felt drunk on the green of her eyes, and wanted to sway along with her. Like two people standing on the bow of a ship at sea, as they were locked upon one another, neither truly noticed the rise and fall of their horizons.
Her question tugged at the deepest, darkest bowels of his soul. There was a fire there, always churning, always trying to break free, that with one simple question, Aria rattled its cage. She was raw meat traipsed before the lion's jaws, and Dane's mouth practically salivated to rip the prize from her grasp.
"You have no idea how much I want to know."
His words were panes of broken glass in the winter sun, sharp and deadly. The monster paced back and forth in his head, tempted by hot scents fillings its nostrils. The lamb was laid before him, inviting him in, begging to be touched, caressed.
She touched his face, and his cheek blossomed with nurturing warmth. This was the sole moment of his life when the mind of another was so clear to him. So obvious. Aria whimpered for his embrace. She wanted to be discovered, inch by inch. He imagined drawing on her new tattooes, red and careful with the tip of a knife. He could picture the sword biting at the edge of her throat. Tied to a wall so she wouldn't run away, he would hold her hand forever. This moment could last until the gravestones had crumbled to dust.
But she pushed him away, and rejection stung. The connection broke with the release of their hands, but the press of her palm was imprinted forever on his chest. He nodded, though he did not understand. He was going to let her go, but that did not mean she would escape.
"If I want to see you again, where can I find you?"
His question straddled both the romantic and obsessive. Whether she told him or not, he would see her again, but if she offered willingly, it would make his life much easier.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Feb 4 2014, 07:24 AM.
Her question tugged at the deepest, darkest bowels of his soul. There was a fire there, always churning, always trying to break free, that with one simple question, Aria rattled its cage. She was raw meat traipsed before the lion's jaws, and Dane's mouth practically salivated to rip the prize from her grasp.
"You have no idea how much I want to know."
His words were panes of broken glass in the winter sun, sharp and deadly. The monster paced back and forth in his head, tempted by hot scents fillings its nostrils. The lamb was laid before him, inviting him in, begging to be touched, caressed.
She touched his face, and his cheek blossomed with nurturing warmth. This was the sole moment of his life when the mind of another was so clear to him. So obvious. Aria whimpered for his embrace. She wanted to be discovered, inch by inch. He imagined drawing on her new tattooes, red and careful with the tip of a knife. He could picture the sword biting at the edge of her throat. Tied to a wall so she wouldn't run away, he would hold her hand forever. This moment could last until the gravestones had crumbled to dust.
But she pushed him away, and rejection stung. The connection broke with the release of their hands, but the press of her palm was imprinted forever on his chest. He nodded, though he did not understand. He was going to let her go, but that did not mean she would escape.
"If I want to see you again, where can I find you?"
His question straddled both the romantic and obsessive. Whether she told him or not, he would see her again, but if she offered willingly, it would make his life much easier.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Feb 4 2014, 07:24 AM.