Love Me

*Valentine* · 09-06-2014, 05:29 PM

The mist at his ankles sent a chill up the boy as he paused to look his surroundings over. Salmon-colored tongue would rasp out, flicking at the air for the briefest of moments before disappearing behind gray lips. The air tasted moist and stale, like stagnant water and decaying plant life. It suited the terra in all its rotting, chilly glory and unsurprisingly, it suited the boy.

He prowled across the moor with his mind in the clouds and his sights set on what he couldn't have. There was a hole in his chest that couldn't be filled, an emptiness that ached with a pain he didn't know how to stifle. It was something he was desperate to fill, yet everything he put into it fell into a void and served him no purpose. The ache remained. Tonight he wished to try again, to lose himself in the beating heart of someone unlike himself.

He was restless and demure, seeking fire in the form of another so as to warm his chilly heart. The desire to hold someone close raged within him. It ate at his mind, his innards, until he felt so empty, so hollow that it felt as if the slightest breeze could blow him away. He longed for the warmth of another, craved companionship in its most primal form.

It was with this desire at the forefront of his mind that Valentine tipped back his head and howled out a summons for someone like him.

"Speaking" Thinking

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me