04-27-2010, 09:05 PM
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Idk what you're talking about, I thought it was lovely. :3 And sorry if this is disjointed—James McAvoy was on the TV, so I was distracted.
Despite trained patience, it was rather difficult for him as well. But Snake's mind was largely quiet—he was a creature that did not often anticipate a future. No, his expectations only existed in battle, watching the paths of an opponent's movements to know what they were doing. In this, however, he could not do anything like that. He had no precedents to go off of, no expectations to draw. And so he managed patience.
In the silence that he had created he measured the energy. At first it was distant, like the roaring of the ocean in the back of his mind, but then it began to approach the forefront. Judging other's emotions was not really something he practiced often, which explained the delay in noticing the kind of static that existed in the small space between them. It was almost inevitable, magnetic or gravitational in its aspect. There was a heat, too, that burned despite the chilly and sunless spring day, despite the light misting rain that fell from the silver clouds. By the time he had said his yes, the electricity and the heat had become insistent enough for his impatience to match hers—almost.
While suspended in his tantalizing silence, she had looked like she was struggling on the inside like a fish on a line. But the moment that her perked ears picked up his voice over the rumbling ocean, that seemed to uncoil. He realized belatedly that she might've been worrying about a rejection from him—preposterous to the Inferni Hydra, but then again he couldn't sympathize her situation.
With his acquiesce she drew closer, pausing to where they were close enough to feel the fog one each other's breath. Her green eyes had closed, but Snake kept his partially open—perhaps the tiniest bit nervous, he couldn't say. And then the touch of her lips came against his, hot as flame and unexpected—despite himself Snake froze up for a second, startled. Irrationally part of him expected pain, that link of physical contact to harm still intact somewhere. But he tried to banish it; nothing bad had happened. The coyote's mind unlocked and her lips were gone, hovering a short distance away and forming words. For a moment he was confused, but it didn't take that long for him to understand once more.
It had been obvious (though unseen), however, in her body language, the tension that existed in that space between them. His lips twitched in vague amusement, hearing her ask for him to do the same as she had. But she floated towards him again, the repeated touch of their lips teasing—enough to threaten the level-headed coyote with madness. The young man's hormones were in control now, altering his mind far more than any drug. Oh, he wanted her back—a desire so powerful that it blotted out all the other competing thoughts. Right now, his entire world consisted of himself and Lucia Cabriel.
He did not feel as though he required words—his lips lingered on hers as he reached out, one arm slipping under one of hers, encircling her shoulders, while the other wound around her waist. He gently pulled her body to his, savoring the feel more than he would have ever expected. To a being whom was usually emotionally-devoid, this was a euphoria that was powerfully intoxicating. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as he closed his eyes, summoning a hungry growl from the back of his throat. He moved his lips against hers again, more fervently now, daring to taste.
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Idk what you're talking about, I thought it was lovely. :3 And sorry if this is disjointed—James McAvoy was on the TV, so I was distracted.
Despite trained patience, it was rather difficult for him as well. But Snake's mind was largely quiet—he was a creature that did not often anticipate a future. No, his expectations only existed in battle, watching the paths of an opponent's movements to know what they were doing. In this, however, he could not do anything like that. He had no precedents to go off of, no expectations to draw. And so he managed patience.
In the silence that he had created he measured the energy. At first it was distant, like the roaring of the ocean in the back of his mind, but then it began to approach the forefront. Judging other's emotions was not really something he practiced often, which explained the delay in noticing the kind of static that existed in the small space between them. It was almost inevitable, magnetic or gravitational in its aspect. There was a heat, too, that burned despite the chilly and sunless spring day, despite the light misting rain that fell from the silver clouds. By the time he had said his yes, the electricity and the heat had become insistent enough for his impatience to match hers—almost.
While suspended in his tantalizing silence, she had looked like she was struggling on the inside like a fish on a line. But the moment that her perked ears picked up his voice over the rumbling ocean, that seemed to uncoil. He realized belatedly that she might've been worrying about a rejection from him—preposterous to the Inferni Hydra, but then again he couldn't sympathize her situation.
With his acquiesce she drew closer, pausing to where they were close enough to feel the fog one each other's breath. Her green eyes had closed, but Snake kept his partially open—perhaps the tiniest bit nervous, he couldn't say. And then the touch of her lips came against his, hot as flame and unexpected—despite himself Snake froze up for a second, startled. Irrationally part of him expected pain, that link of physical contact to harm still intact somewhere. But he tried to banish it; nothing bad had happened. The coyote's mind unlocked and her lips were gone, hovering a short distance away and forming words. For a moment he was confused, but it didn't take that long for him to understand once more.
It had been obvious (though unseen), however, in her body language, the tension that existed in that space between them. His lips twitched in vague amusement, hearing her ask for him to do the same as she had. But she floated towards him again, the repeated touch of their lips teasing—enough to threaten the level-headed coyote with madness. The young man's hormones were in control now, altering his mind far more than any drug. Oh, he wanted her back—a desire so powerful that it blotted out all the other competing thoughts. Right now, his entire world consisted of himself and Lucia Cabriel.
He did not feel as though he required words—his lips lingered on hers as he reached out, one arm slipping under one of hers, encircling her shoulders, while the other wound around her waist. He gently pulled her body to his, savoring the feel more than he would have ever expected. To a being whom was usually emotionally-devoid, this was a euphoria that was powerfully intoxicating. The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as he closed his eyes, summoning a hungry growl from the back of his throat. He moved his lips against hers again, more fervently now, daring to taste.