[se] chasing the rapture

Deimos The devilry blended together, breath billowing along his knuckles in singsong reproach, his brow arching while his skin shuddered, then laughter in his ear, gilded hair against his cheek with a boldness he had every intention of taking. He turned into her lips, intentionally, softly, resting his just above hers, enough so his exhale ghosts over and along, a slide of his rapacious, emboldened whisper. “Never.” It was mischief and mayhem before he pulled away; she must’ve known he wasn’t a beast, a heathen, a fiend made to yield and concede, too blistering, too scathing, too seething, incapable of neglecting a challenge, a dare, a provocation. He dug his heels in and maneuvered closer into her essence, darkness covering the light, smirk and snicker on his features as his mind whirled again at the possibilities. “Some sort of stone?” The artifacts could be used for a majority of tools, especially notched at the end of something, providing weight for a throw, fulcrums, or beating into submission. His head tilted, curious, inquiry, behind the slate of blue, thawed glaciers, stepping and pressing, advancing, as she attempted to twirl into the expanse. He could watch her spring, reel, and chase sprigs of whimsy for an eternity, bordering on the sultry winds, gleeful instead of dampened and soused. His grin turned more amiable, affectionate, as he witnessed her consider her own guesses, raising both brows when she emphasized with an arch, simpering, coquette shade – eyes then narrowing, the brimming, smoldering expanse beating a voracious intention. “No, it is not a loaf mold.” The warrior stepped into her orbit again, a volley, a dance of their own with distinct twists and turns, hands still tucked behind his back, almost an innocent gesture if no one knew what he was or represented. He chased. He preyed. He stalked. He fumed. He existed: a combination of bestial threads and tender fondness (for her, her, her; more than just games and diversions). “I suppose you could use it for baking.” He shrugged, but gave nothing else in particular, no more details to ensure her victory. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime