Serenity
03-31-2014, 09:32 PM
It was so hard to free himself form the cobwebs that coated his mind. He knew he had longed to lose his sanity, to give over to instinct and pleasure and fall against that void that would take him from reality. He had never felt such lose of control, and it had thrilled him as equally as it had frightened him. He was afraid that if he had not known Lyric he would have given himself over to her and they would have lost themselves in each other. It was the shame that shook his limbs now, that begged him to find serenity in the rush of the water before him. He was almost mesmerised by its flow and its brilliance of colours and found himself wishing he could dive into it's depths, never mind its deadly current and numerous sharp rocks that juttered from it's depths. He hated with shame, he longed with desire and he touched insanity with a breath for the world was no longer the way it had been before he came here. Moments passed and in the quite he thought that perhaps she had left him. A sharp tang of sadness shuttered against his veins, surprising him with its intensity, but still he he did not turn to see if she remained or not. He could not seem to bring himself to look and find that he stood here alone once more. He could barely comprehend that feeling, or why, when he had been here quite at peace before her blazing light and life had intruded upon his own. Moments would pace and then he would sense her presence, catch a glimpse of her silvery coat flashing against the sun by the corners of his eyes as she made her way towards him. Her coat brushed like a soft breeze against his own and he slid his eyes shut for a moment, a breath rocking through him through the silence. She turned her gaze upon him, and as through by no power of his own he turned his eyes to meet them. He was afraid of what he would find there, her feeling of rejection? Perhaps hatred for his almost willingness and then his refusal. Instead he saw none of this, he saw instead the curiosity of her being, the flutter of her lashes and the acceptance of his question. Once again, she had surprised him and he had to take a moment before he could answer. ?I guess... I want to know who you are, Liberty, and what life has done to shape you. How did you come to be a part of your pack. Where you born to it?? His voice burned with softness, a humming echo of her own life although he was certain he could not burn with it as brightly as she did. "Speech" |
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