Lets dance, baby
10-27-2014, 12:14 AM
She would smile, slow and salty as she watched this boy sleep. She knew she should be more afraid, more aware that she was in their home, their turf, that these beings where large and unknown to her. Yet, the girl couldn't bring herself to feel fear. When she looked at this boy, took in his sleeping feeling all she could feel was one thing 'mine' she would have this giant. It didn't matter how, or what form, if it be as lovers, friends or some other form of belonging. She was captivated by the rise and fall of his breath, the taste of him on the wind, and all this was before she heard him speak... It would come then, those words. More words then she had heard in their language before, the sound of coming from his deep tones was alluring, it sounded like a promise, like a mystery she had to unravel. His words would end, his head would lift and his eyes would snap open. She would be meet with the blues of his eyes, they where not a calm soft blue but a fire as he took in the stranger before him. He would rise, his movements teasingly slow as he brought his massive legs beneath him and stretched to his full, looming height above her. Her grin would grow, surely she could only have fallen to insanity to stand her before this beast and smile as he realised she was a stranger in their home. He would back away from her, and she would make no move towards him. She knew already that it had been a mistake to get so close, if only because it clearly startled this giant boy. She watched him with cautious eyes, wondering if he would run from her, wondering if she had screwed up her chance to claim this boy, claim him as what, her friend? He would speak then in halting English, his words plain and clear as they warned her from this place. He did not see that she was captivated by him, she did not see that she could not leave him now, not without knowing who he was. ?Why must I leave? I did not mean to frighten you? she tilted her head to the side, lowering it slightly in a curious and un-aggressive manner as she watched him, waiting to see if her words would sink in. these strange, giant beasts, afraid of her! A light-build girl built for running, built with a soft coat and curves in all the right places |
