Mine.
10-10-2013, 03:04 PM
He would shift so that the vein of life beat strong against her fangs, reminding her that although he was a king and a legend - he was very much mortal. It wasn't often she thought of him in this way, though it was a decent thing to remember. Gently, ever so gently, jaws closed in a fraction of a centimeter, if only to tantalize her kin further. He seemed to like living on the edge - for he had placed his very life in her jaws - and she would have no problem obliging him. His snarl startled her, though she did not move for fear of accidentally injuring him. Eyes locked with his own as he began to speak his adoration of her, and his fervent hope that she would forever remain loyal to him. It would take an act of some foreign deity to ever sway her from her brother's side, even if there were times in which she wholeheartedly didn't agree with him. This was the man she had raised as a child, this was the man she adored more than any in the entire world. With extreme caution she would recoil her jaws from his flesh, swiping her tongue across his beating jugular and meeting his gaze once more. ?I do not foresee that happening, Isardis. My loyalty does not waver from you.? She would bring her cranium closer, seeking to tuck it beneath the throat she had been so deathly close to before. ?I love you,? she would murmur once settled, a phrase not often voiced - but always meant. ?speak,? |