04-19-2009, 11:51 AM
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Regret belonged to the weak. Admitting to have done anything wrong was a folly, and she believed this as a truth. If there were to be an excuse for anything it would not have been necessary Why had she done what she did? Because she could. This was Aurèle’s truth, though she was unable to apply this logic to the fire that had destroyed her home. She knew that the girl had done it. She knew that and she knew four years was not long enough to take away the pain she felt from realizing she could have stopped it.
But there was no regret. Not for her, and not for this. The pale woman focused her eyes on his face, realized their shades were remarkably similar, and smiled stupidly. “No, no that’s not weird,” she was speaking, but she was moving. Her hands began to trace patterns over his body, all the while moving further down his torso. “I told you,” she grinned. “I’m gonna make you fly.” Her voice fell silent as her tongue traced the soft fur along his belly, and soon thereafter followed her hands.
Regret belonged to the weak. Admitting to have done anything wrong was a folly, and she believed this as a truth. If there were to be an excuse for anything it would not have been necessary Why had she done what she did? Because she could. This was Aurèle’s truth, though she was unable to apply this logic to the fire that had destroyed her home. She knew that the girl had done it. She knew that and she knew four years was not long enough to take away the pain she felt from realizing she could have stopped it.
But there was no regret. Not for her, and not for this. The pale woman focused her eyes on his face, realized their shades were remarkably similar, and smiled stupidly. “No, no that’s not weird,” she was speaking, but she was moving. Her hands began to trace patterns over his body, all the while moving further down his torso. “I told you,” she grinned. “I’m gonna make you fly.” Her voice fell silent as her tongue traced the soft fur along his belly, and soon thereafter followed her hands.