Her chin lifts as he says her name, and it fills her with more pleasure than his fingers have thus far supplied. His claw against her neck would be a dangerous game for anyone else, but for Safrin? It's foreplay. She leans against the pressure of his claw, and a single drop of iridescent blood trickles down. Like oil, it's ever-changing in colour, leaving a star-spill in its wake as it trickles down her neck.
The guttural words make her smile, and the air she pulls in through her nose is suddenly a sharp breeze that ruffles his feathers and boyishly tousles his hair. She nearly snaps her teeth at him as he nears, delighted by his boldness and playfulness. Feathers turn into stretched skin rendering Sunjata a stunning tableau of power and unfettered beauty.
This. This was the answer to the question, why bother with humanity. This was why Safrin cast her blessings onto mortals whose lives were so easily rubbed away. "En ek wil jou hê." She echoes, the chords of her neck straining against the curve of his talon, bright in her moonlight.
What he asks of her next though has her pupils dilating until her eyes are dark as the midnight skies. Her expression softens to nothing as she regards him with dangerous stillness, before moving. She is against him in instant, coiled about him like a fog or a snake. Her lips are against his, fingers tangled in his hair and yet somehow manage to trail down his back as her legs wrap around him and yet also tease at his feet. She is everywhere, but untouchable. Despite the play of her tongue against his, somehow she speaks: Nothing would bring me more joy, than to mark your bones and skin alike, for your soul is already cast in my light. So it is he'll feel a pain unlike any other. It's exhilarating and crushing as she writes her name upon his bones, her mark left inside of his rib cage, warding him against interference. He is hers.
Stepping back, her essence made flesh again, she reaches forward to touch his chest. "You are mine." She whispers, as ink spills from her fingertips. Dots form and shiver, marking out the constellation of Eridanus. The River. The Flood. "En ek is joune.." Spreading her arms, she bears herself to him, as the stars pulse and laugh around them.
The guttural words make her smile, and the air she pulls in through her nose is suddenly a sharp breeze that ruffles his feathers and boyishly tousles his hair. She nearly snaps her teeth at him as he nears, delighted by his boldness and playfulness. Feathers turn into stretched skin rendering Sunjata a stunning tableau of power and unfettered beauty.
This. This was the answer to the question, why bother with humanity. This was why Safrin cast her blessings onto mortals whose lives were so easily rubbed away. "En ek wil jou hê." She echoes, the chords of her neck straining against the curve of his talon, bright in her moonlight.
What he asks of her next though has her pupils dilating until her eyes are dark as the midnight skies. Her expression softens to nothing as she regards him with dangerous stillness, before moving. She is against him in instant, coiled about him like a fog or a snake. Her lips are against his, fingers tangled in his hair and yet somehow manage to trail down his back as her legs wrap around him and yet also tease at his feet. She is everywhere, but untouchable. Despite the play of her tongue against his, somehow she speaks: Nothing would bring me more joy, than to mark your bones and skin alike, for your soul is already cast in my light. So it is he'll feel a pain unlike any other. It's exhilarating and crushing as she writes her name upon his bones, her mark left inside of his rib cage, warding him against interference. He is hers.
Stepping back, her essence made flesh again, she reaches forward to touch his chest. "You are mine." She whispers, as ink spills from her fingertips. Dots form and shiver, marking out the constellation of Eridanus. The River. The Flood. "En ek is joune.." Spreading her arms, she bears herself to him, as the stars pulse and laugh around them.
SAFRIN
