Maea
What you're given, what you live in
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
Eyes like mist met his gaze from across the river. The echoes of the dry twig snapping reverberated in the sudden stillness; only the soft hymn of the river could be heard as the wind died down.
Not even the tail moved, so still had the tigress become. Frozen in place as she registered the presence of the man, realized that she knew his silhouette quite well indeed, understood that he must have seen her hunt – saw her now with blood staining the white fur, coating her tongue, still half lost to the thrill and pleasure of making the kill –
And he was leaving.
Ice replaced like heat of bloodlust in her gut. Ears marked with blue-black steel fell back, drooping as the tigress appeared to shrink. Sinking onto the ground like the wanted to merge with it, or at least fade out of sight behind the carcass. Part of her wanted to slink back into the forest and pretend like this never happen. Part of her wanted to ignore the numb embarrassment that turned even a tiger's limbs numb and awkward, and dig into the meal she had worked so hard for. But then he'd really see what she was. Then it would be impossible to unsee...
It was already too late to pretend, wasn't it. And if Liam didn't want to stay to watch this dark, bloody side of her, then... well. She couldn't make him. Wouldn't try - there was no point.
A slow blink undid the illusion of stillness. The moment passed, and despite a continuous sinking feeling in her gut, the shifted Ancient began to rip into the elk, almost defiant in the forceful, jerking motions. Like she couldn't care less whether he was there or not.
It couldn't be further from the truth.
Not even the tail moved, so still had the tigress become. Frozen in place as she registered the presence of the man, realized that she knew his silhouette quite well indeed, understood that he must have seen her hunt – saw her now with blood staining the white fur, coating her tongue, still half lost to the thrill and pleasure of making the kill –
And he was leaving.
Ice replaced like heat of bloodlust in her gut. Ears marked with blue-black steel fell back, drooping as the tigress appeared to shrink. Sinking onto the ground like the wanted to merge with it, or at least fade out of sight behind the carcass. Part of her wanted to slink back into the forest and pretend like this never happen. Part of her wanted to ignore the numb embarrassment that turned even a tiger's limbs numb and awkward, and dig into the meal she had worked so hard for. But then he'd really see what she was. Then it would be impossible to unsee...
It was already too late to pretend, wasn't it. And if Liam didn't want to stay to watch this dark, bloody side of her, then... well. She couldn't make him. Wouldn't try - there was no point.
A slow blink undid the illusion of stillness. The moment passed, and despite a continuous sinking feeling in her gut, the shifted Ancient began to rip into the elk, almost defiant in the forceful, jerking motions. Like she couldn't care less whether he was there or not.
It couldn't be further from the truth.
And your heart, love, has such darkness
I feel it in the corners of the room
I feel it in the corners of the room
