MAEA
He was beautiful to her. Maea didn't have any other words to describe it. Oh, he was handsome, in a rougish way, so very charming when he wanted to be, but that was all on the surface. Nothing to scoff at, because he was a sight to behold, his tattoo's and scars a story to read across the bronzed skin. But... it was his soul she admired most. How he was lost and lonely, broken and beaten down, and still managed to stay strong. Still was able to shine and be brave enough to love when it scared him more than anything. It was the storm in his eyes, the mischievous smiles, the gentleness of those scarred, blood-stained hands... and so much more. and the only word she had for it was beautiful, even though it didn't even begin to cover it.
She couldn't look at him enough, dressed in midnight feathers and with horns sprouting from his brow, with his clawed hands so awfully, wonderfully close to drawing blood where they stroked her skin. Terrible, majestic, dangerous... and all hers. As she was his.
Again she ran her fingers through his feathers, her smile love-drunk and awed as she gazed up at him, drank him in. His pace was picking up again, the thrust of his hips sharpening, and there were no games left in her to drag it out. Didn't want to, though she certainly could... but they could play more later. When she was healed, and they were free to do whatever without being considerate.
"I've got you, liefde," she breathed, brushing her lips over his jaw, his cheek, to his mouth as she caressed his feathers, moved a hand to tangle with his hair. Mirroring the words he'd said to her when they finally crossed that line in the sand, once and for all. Her wings reached up, wrapped around them both in a cocoon of tickling, silken feathers, and with a sigh Maea let everything fall away that wasn't him. Ready, so ready to shatter again, under him, around him, with him.
"I love you."
She couldn't look at him enough, dressed in midnight feathers and with horns sprouting from his brow, with his clawed hands so awfully, wonderfully close to drawing blood where they stroked her skin. Terrible, majestic, dangerous... and all hers. As she was his.
Again she ran her fingers through his feathers, her smile love-drunk and awed as she gazed up at him, drank him in. His pace was picking up again, the thrust of his hips sharpening, and there were no games left in her to drag it out. Didn't want to, though she certainly could... but they could play more later. When she was healed, and they were free to do whatever without being considerate.
"I've got you, liefde," she breathed, brushing her lips over his jaw, his cheek, to his mouth as she caressed his feathers, moved a hand to tangle with his hair. Mirroring the words he'd said to her when they finally crossed that line in the sand, once and for all. Her wings reached up, wrapped around them both in a cocoon of tickling, silken feathers, and with a sigh Maea let everything fall away that wasn't him. Ready, so ready to shatter again, under him, around him, with him.
"I love you."
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
