"I am, yes." The voice from the closet is little more than a sultry purr, though it might be more fitting in a young man's nightmares than fantasies. And thus Everest Hart takes, perhaps not his first step, but certainly a significant one in following the string of tragedies that began with his father. Hands, porcelain white and dangerously strong, reach out to snatch him by the front of his shirt, dragging him into the enclosed space whether or not he has managed yet to fumble for the light.
"So tightly wound." Dahlia whispers, turning and pinning the aviator up against the wall of the cupboard. "Doesn't it exhaust you?" One hand slithers up from his shirt to grip his jaw, and in the twilight, cerulean eyes burn with desire and ambition. "You will be so much more, by the time I am done."
Has the world ever forced itself on Ever quite in this way? It isn't something Dahlia can answer, but there's force and then some in the press of her body, and she leans up to inject him with the taste of her lips and the sting of her teeth.
"So tightly wound." Dahlia whispers, turning and pinning the aviator up against the wall of the cupboard. "Doesn't it exhaust you?" One hand slithers up from his shirt to grip his jaw, and in the twilight, cerulean eyes burn with desire and ambition. "You will be so much more, by the time I am done."
Has the world ever forced itself on Ever quite in this way? It isn't something Dahlia can answer, but there's force and then some in the press of her body, and she leans up to inject him with the taste of her lips and the sting of her teeth.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
