Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
The pinch and twist is not expected, and there’s absolutely nothing enjoyable about that (except maybe there is for a girl who has always enjoyed a little pain). She slaps rather lazily at his hand with a slight yelp of surprise, and a rather unconvincing annoyed look. ”Not about anything important. Unless you mean the Advocates, in which case you have been too much of a dick about that to deserve more information.” She says it casually enough, but it’s clear she also means it. Those were not her secrets to give away, and hadn’t he refused to tell her about Neron for the very same reason? ”But if you want white lies of flattery, maybe I can be convinced.”
She chuckles as his hips buck beneath her, clearly pleased at the reaction. One hand holds her up, the other roaming over his skin, fingers tracing along his collarbone before slipping along the side of his head to tangle in that unruly hair. She kisses him harder, falling into the sensation of him, the taste of him, and a little bit amused at the fact that even half naked, they can’t quite stop taking jabs at one another.
She chuckles as his hips buck beneath her, clearly pleased at the reaction. One hand holds her up, the other roaming over his skin, fingers tracing along his collarbone before slipping along the side of his head to tangle in that unruly hair. She kisses him harder, falling into the sensation of him, the taste of him, and a little bit amused at the fact that even half naked, they can’t quite stop taking jabs at one another.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
