I'll dissolve when the rain pours in
05-18-2014, 04:53 PM
Change had been wrought to this pale boy, with his demeanour so much softer then the bright light it had been before. He was more confused then he had ever been, and his heart ached for what he had left behind. He knew his actions rash, but he hadn't known what else to do and before he knew it so much time had passed. He was almost astounded by its quick passings, it had seemed almost endless in Valhalla beside the girl he had come to love. Out here each passing moment reminded him of what he lost and each day felt so long and curled its weight upon him. After so much time had passed, surely she had forgotten him by now, lost herself in Themesto. He imagined the two might be married by now, he could imagine Erani making the ceremony and he seethed a little inside, but this hatred was tiny compared to his self-hate and his pinning. It would be met with utter surprise, and an instant disbelief that his senses where betraying him, when the scent of her touched him. He had somehow warped it in his memory, for the real thing was far sweater then what he remembered and his eyes would close as he swayed and took in this scent. No, this was definitely different to memory, more sweet and inviting and he felt himself wanting her in more ways then one. He would tremble with desire, the disbelief still prominent but unable to help himself he would move forward. He would find her sprawled against the ground and still he could not believe. The boy would move forward, would approach her side and gently lift a paw to touch, a need to see if this was reality or dream consumed him. He took in a deep, deep breath of her but this it turned out was a wretched mistake. The scent of her consumed him and his breath became quick beneath his chest. ?Tw...twig?? he whispered to her, needing her to say something, needing anything to distract him from the intoxication of her scent and form. Why was he feeling this way, had the distance and time melded him into a monster? He had never looked at her with such desire before, always it had been with love and softness, a need to protect. Not this.. this animalistic desire and need for her. He shuddered softly, partly from disgust and partly from the pleasure of her scent. "normal. talk. think." |