09-11-2012, 05:55 PM
Clicky! This is what she's wearing
For the first time since Matteo had abandoned her the woman had dressed herself in clothes. The beautiful blue sarong hugged her curves and flowed down her body in a suggestive manner properly befitting somebody of her nature. As scarred as she was she was still an attractive and beautifully proportioned woman. Peppermint suffused the air and she breathed it in, her nose twitching delicately. Her insides were quivering with barely suppressed excitement and there was a heaviness to the room that betrayed their casual interactions and looks, she could feel it deep inside her own body.
The pale fae jumped down from her perch when Taliesin presented her with a cup and joined him at the table. Her fluffy tail curled around, twitching cat like and unconsciously her hand crept up to her throat, playing nervously with the beaded necklace there.
"Yes they do.. it seems like only yesterday." His dual eyes settled upon her and her heart began to race, the pounding loud in her ears, the pulsing beat quickening the longer he stared. Her cheeks flushed, the pink tinge visible beneath the shorter white fur on her face. To distract herself she took a small swallow of the tea he had offered to her and found it did nothing to ease her suddenly dry throat. Her blumine eyes widened fractionally and then drooped to half lidded, the pupils contracting until they were almost lost in a sea of sapphire. She could see it seemed everything that he was thinking, as though she had a direct tap into his mind as the thoughts came.
She knew he was remembering the day they had found her, a broken dying shell. The pain that had nearly killed her and his life that had brought her back. The only family to ever love her. She tried to force herself to look away but found she could not, falling into the depths of his eyes like so many men had become enamored at her own. The heaviness in the air changed and become something all together more, beyond the carnal desire and the imposed mental stigmas, Lucifer would have no bearing here, no handhold on which to choke his two children. Peace she knew only with him, the kind of contentment she found was extraordinary, and she had discovered it in her brother's heart. But he was no longer just her brother as he had once been only just a lover, like the atmosphere that crackled between them, he had become.. something more.
For the first time since Matteo had abandoned her the woman had dressed herself in clothes. The beautiful blue sarong hugged her curves and flowed down her body in a suggestive manner properly befitting somebody of her nature. As scarred as she was she was still an attractive and beautifully proportioned woman. Peppermint suffused the air and she breathed it in, her nose twitching delicately. Her insides were quivering with barely suppressed excitement and there was a heaviness to the room that betrayed their casual interactions and looks, she could feel it deep inside her own body.
The pale fae jumped down from her perch when Taliesin presented her with a cup and joined him at the table. Her fluffy tail curled around, twitching cat like and unconsciously her hand crept up to her throat, playing nervously with the beaded necklace there.
"Yes they do.. it seems like only yesterday." His dual eyes settled upon her and her heart began to race, the pounding loud in her ears, the pulsing beat quickening the longer he stared. Her cheeks flushed, the pink tinge visible beneath the shorter white fur on her face. To distract herself she took a small swallow of the tea he had offered to her and found it did nothing to ease her suddenly dry throat. Her blumine eyes widened fractionally and then drooped to half lidded, the pupils contracting until they were almost lost in a sea of sapphire. She could see it seemed everything that he was thinking, as though she had a direct tap into his mind as the thoughts came.
She knew he was remembering the day they had found her, a broken dying shell. The pain that had nearly killed her and his life that had brought her back. The only family to ever love her. She tried to force herself to look away but found she could not, falling into the depths of his eyes like so many men had become enamored at her own. The heaviness in the air changed and become something all together more, beyond the carnal desire and the imposed mental stigmas, Lucifer would have no bearing here, no handhold on which to choke his two children. Peace she knew only with him, the kind of contentment she found was extraordinary, and she had discovered it in her brother's heart. But he was no longer just her brother as he had once been only just a lover, like the atmosphere that crackled between them, he had become.. something more.