DEIMOS
The waves swept around them like a current, a constant undulation touching and following breadths of their breaths; purposeful, instinctual, inherent, drawn into bones and chords. Simultaneously adrift and present, they were beacons of forged motions, restless wakes coming alive again and again. By the time he’d managed to walk them towards the edge of the springs, the stone along Evie’s back, he’d maintained a steady boundary, found a way to scorch her in place; pinned, but just so.
Though she did much the same, following trails of skin and scars down the length of his neck, jaw, ear, to which he emitted growls and his muscles promised, prospered, his own oscillation. No tremors in strength, but in control and conviction, possession keen, spoken for, drifting in and amongst his mind like a rapacious, thrumming, humming pulse. He might have sighed and rumbled, and then dipped his mouth, slowly, teasingly, tauntingly, down the length of her neck, before tracing after her collarbone.
Though she did much the same, following trails of skin and scars down the length of his neck, jaw, ear, to which he emitted growls and his muscles promised, prospered, his own oscillation. No tremors in strength, but in control and conviction, possession keen, spoken for, drifting in and amongst his mind like a rapacious, thrumming, humming pulse. He might have sighed and rumbled, and then dipped his mouth, slowly, teasingly, tauntingly, down the length of her neck, before tracing after her collarbone.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
