[M] - I was prepared to take it all

Itachi Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 02:57 AM

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The slim space between them had been birthed by conscious intention, for he saw it rise up to become an impregnable wall. Certainly, it was nothing but a mocking space of nothing that would keep them apart, but the young Lykoi youth had a well, developed, fat personal space requirement, and the unnatural activity of bubbling hormones kept him somewhat lightheaded; dizzy in the sense that he did not see things nearly as clearly as he compulsory. The boy’s handsome face and sweet words had tricked his caretaker into a trust that he had revealed was far from deserved, and if he could do these things onto others, something similar could certainly occur to him as well if he did not strive to keep his eyes open in more ways than one. Yet he was aware that he was not doing this well with this girl that possessed such pale, flawed larkspur optics.

He did not adore physical affection the slightest, though his family had always chosen to shower him with it regardless. It was denied so that the boy could maintain his equanimity. An aunt of sorts had discovered this, when her touch instantly had nullified whatever connection they had strived to make on first impressions. There was a sickness in his stomach, though his symptoms were alien to both body and mind. There were similarities here that he would be able to connect if he tried, but he did not. He remained uncertain of this scene, of her, but the soul and the vessel were currently torn apart and it was the main reason for his bewilderment. The fingers that curled against his pale knees struggled to lose the premature tension. She was too small and petite to pose as a threat to him, but in an outlandish way she could seem like a dangerous thing with weapons so adoring and deviant.

The gentle flow of oxygen seemed hesitant as the silvery coyote broke those silent, present rules. Chin drew towards his own throat and chest, a golden blur despite such a minor travel. His precious wall of nothing was penetrated without a thought to it, and he felt the sensation of shredded silk against his frame. It would only be natural for the boy to scoot away and lift his lips to serve her a differently felt flash of canines, so unlike her smile of sparkling white. Instead he did nothing, taking his time as he tasted the mutating lump that had been nestled in his throat for some time now but had remained undiscovered until now. What did she want?. Her words and signals confused the young prince, for there were a multitude of alternations he could connect here, though the truth that should be served by the instincts of his gender did not immediately seek to enlighten him of the carnal attraction he was experiencing.

She would gaze into his rose eyes and know that he was taken aback by this, and that there was renewed doubt there. He had to wonder though, for while he generally shied away from those who believed they were permitted to touch his royal gold, his body insisted that he should not mind this at all. Where skin and fur lingered against each other, warmth had already found time to sprout and bloom, and he witnessed a dissimilar dissatisfaction rise within his puzzled being. It was not right, but it was too pleasant to be wrong. Burgundy vision sought for answers within the shades of silver, blue and blush, for she surely possessed them, displaying such confidence when he could not. A distant, connected part of his mind pointed out that it was swell that the innards of the skeleton building guarded her from low temperature breaths of air. Or had she perhaps meant that she required a fragment of his body warmth to gain control of hers?

Her next words definitely made waters freeze over with the still disclosure. They were direct enough to keep him in the darkness, though perhaps this was only to maintain his composure somewhat. His appearance carried cracks though, and deep wine eyes looked to her with hopeful confusion, unable to make himself interpret her words properly. It was such a strange offer to insert into a social encounter such as this. Her form was that of a lovely doll, and he feared that, despite her reassuring vocal addition to her line, he could break her. Smiles could easily turn to frowns as well. It was the suspicion that drove him, for he did not wish to be lead behind some light and discover that he was a fool. The warm body next to him was bearable to remain against though, and that alone was a rarity. Had not diluted thoughts wished for this when she had strode past him outside the forlorn cabin? He was reminded of this, but did not want to act upon this immediately. The request remained no less strange, though, perhaps he could consider her words without so much reluctance attached.

Orbs continued to seek clarity, but a quiet voice would eventually bloom as well as he sought to understand her logic. ”What do you mean?” She played intriguing games, but he had never been a good participant in any game that involved others. For the most part he disliked being a part of such social activities, but he thought he could perhaps appreciate this if his mentality retracted its claws. The silky flow of her slimmer pelt remained lovely, and could it really be wrong to let a set of sensitive fingertips experimentally brush along her softness? This tempted the youth as his brain continued to infuse him with dazzling amounts of suiting substances. Still though, he found it hard to move, and so he did not. He wished he knew how she could keep the scene in her custody when he could not. The young male needed reassurance, but he knew not exactly how close he was to the steep underground. It would be easy for him to snap; to change immediately once he was shoved into the abyss.

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