07-30-2008, 03:45 AM
[html]
Now, for only the fact that he was dead, the words might have been an empty promise. What made them all to real was the fact that, had he the means to do so, he would have traveled to the ends of the earth to rid the world of such a fool. To eviscerate him and pull his intestines out inch by inch, hang him from a tree by them and dismember him slowly. There were a million things that Hollow could do to him, a million thoughts that slammed through his head at a rate that made even him dizzy. The silence urged the thoughts on, the raging thump of his angry heart in his ears, and the sudden uncertainty of the actions taken. She touched him though. Kissed him and pressed herself against him and in an instant his mind was blank of anything but her. Her arms came around him and his hands shifted up to meet them, sliding from her elbows to her shoulders in the gentlest of fashions, leaning in to her. The urge to touch and feel whatever part of her that he could had hit, uncertain if everything would suddenly vanish and he would once more be left with nothing when, really, he wanted nothing more than to feel her, to hold her and drown himself in her scent. His muzzle dipped suddenly, nose pressed carefully against her collar bone, and he nibbled there momentarily, taking in what he could of her scent before shifting himself away. He pulled his head back, nipped tenderly at her neck and toward the side of her muzzle, forcing himself away rather suddenly. His hands worked slowly down her sides, exploring soft skin and fur, while his eyes shut tight and he gulped away the words that he didn't want to say, but inevitably would. "Poe.." For once, the moment wasn't about him. |