A Spoonful of Sugar...
02-01-2014, 07:18 PM
What is desire?
Well, what is it?
Desire is an accumulation of cravings. It is a wish, a want, a longing for something not possessed. It inspires ingenuity and malevolence alike, sometimes simultaneously. Sometimes it is an appetite, ravenously filling a void that is constantly emptying. Other times it is quiet intensity, a soft longing for things just out of reach, or once had and lost. The word covers much, conveying everything from the very sincere and innocent to the very dark and depraved.
In this instance it represented something instinctual and basic, and maroon eyes simply stared, held captive by the form on the rock. Desire. It was a white hot word laced with a multitude of feelings that wrapped around his heart and squeezed for all they were worth. Enthralled, Sucre was briefly reduced to an unsteady heartbeat and a pair of unwavering eyes.
Finally he blinked, the spell breaking, and settled down on his haunches to become the picture of ease. A paw would be raised to his lips and meticulously cleaned, the brute pausing mid stroke to speak,"Do you like riddles?"
Well, what is it?
Desire is an accumulation of cravings. It is a wish, a want, a longing for something not possessed. It inspires ingenuity and malevolence alike, sometimes simultaneously. Sometimes it is an appetite, ravenously filling a void that is constantly emptying. Other times it is quiet intensity, a soft longing for things just out of reach, or once had and lost. The word covers much, conveying everything from the very sincere and innocent to the very dark and depraved.
In this instance it represented something instinctual and basic, and maroon eyes simply stared, held captive by the form on the rock. Desire. It was a white hot word laced with a multitude of feelings that wrapped around his heart and squeezed for all they were worth. Enthralled, Sucre was briefly reduced to an unsteady heartbeat and a pair of unwavering eyes.
Finally he blinked, the spell breaking, and settled down on his haunches to become the picture of ease. A paw would be raised to his lips and meticulously cleaned, the brute pausing mid stroke to speak,"Do you like riddles?"