Taste these embers and ash
04-10-2014, 08:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2014, 08:56 PM by Crucifix.)
He would smile at her now, his lips parting ever so slightly as he waited for the comeback he knew she would make. He did not in fact have to wait at all; her reply would fall quickly from her lips in honeyed tones. He would Seat himself now upon his hunches, it seemed that despite the heavy darkness in the atmosphere or the weight of the clouds above them that this would be more then a passing chat. Her words where mocking in their outrage. ?Is that an invitation?? He would toss back at her, his tail giving a hearty flick behind him. He had forgotten his woes and his anger was long subsided, this strange and quick-witted fae had been exactly what he needed, a surreal spice of reality. She would pull herself closer to his form, and in the chill of the night he could almost feel the warmth of their bodies although they did not brush. It seemed her eyes had caught upon his family mark. The brows above his eyes would rise, in his own taste of mocking outrage. ?Why, if where having a taste for a taste I should get the first lick. Can?t have you backing out later? one lid would flick at her in a wink as he would move his head forward and his tongue would dart out to curl around and flick up the outer side of her ear. He would lean back again, drawing his tongue against his muzzle ?Mmm? Raspberries? he would caress the world like fine food against his lips as he turned his body slightly to give her a full view of the cross that adorned his left shoulder. ?It?s my family mark, we are all born and breed with it. I promise it?s not dipped in apple juice. Take a lick if you don?t believe me? the wink he dropped her this one did not have the slow teasingness of the first, it was a quick drop of eyelash against check and was gone as quickly as it had been there. "My sounds""My Soul" |
