[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by Sterling on February 4, 2009, 2:02 am, in reply to "a thread-adeadeadead-th-reeeeee-ad! " there was a loophole in my
210.11.161.202
She should know, she can read his mind, there is nothing sinister behind his motions, behind his actions. All of it was coming from inside him anyway. He was a relatively simple stallion, and he had no want for a crown, he would reject a crown, it would make things too hard. It was difficult enough right now, without power. To a certain extent, of course Sterling was attracted to the power of her fire, more so now with his rumbling water that boils inside him from her heat. Otherwise, it was all something else, not even Sterling knew what it was, inside him that made his lip cool with water against her neck, and his body closer to hers, steam beginning to hiss between them.
Lips stops moving against her as she turns her face away, and he watches her. There something much more comfortable about watching her, when she wasn’t watching back, something more private. A flutter of concern in his hazel eyes, until she speaks, and he cannot help but have a prick of his ears at her words, and so he pushes his cool face against her neck, breathing into her.
“Hypatia, I am always going to come back to you,”
Sterling whispers, his words soft, and droplets falling down onto the ground from him, splashing into the pools under him that had seeped out. Yet he pulls away as she speaks, because he doesn’t believe her. How could the desert not be the same, he was like a measly ant on the dunes, and it’s the first time that Sterling wishes he could read her mind. But the look is lost with a laugh, it coils from his mouth, deep and rumbling, slightly gruffer than expected from his body. His mind is filled with the desert, and then to Andarin, with the mountains and the chill and the water, the sweet fresh water, and in his mind he can taste it, without the sting of the desert. But he replies honestly,
“I enjoyed the scenery.”
Pause.
“The wolves aren’t particularly know for the sort of amusement you get here,”
And there’s no need to say anymore because in his mind he can see Baraqel blowing up a cactus, and she is invited into his mind.
Her lips against his neck send a shiver down his body, a complete unexpected motion. His hazel eyes watch her carefully, with the last flicker of sunset flaring across the dunes, the stars already spotting a navy sky. A wind rolls past, and it flickers her burning mane towards him, and another shiver runs through him, as the smell of her fire, and the smell of the desert comes through his nostrils. Sterling’s water consumes his mouth, as he kisses along the ridge of her neck, whispers of steam forming them, as her bends his neck, to kiss behind an ear. He leaves his trembling lips there, and water manages to pearl down her coat down her cheek, and his lips are quick to catch onto it, to kiss away into her flesh.
“Hypatia,”
He whispers into her, as their touch is causing columns of steam. But he’s not sure what he wanted to say, but Sterling felt like he needed to say some, as he pressed himself softly into the queen of the Vipers. Maybe that he loved her? Maybe that none of it had to do with her being queen, that he wasn’t really sure what it was but he did love her. Or maybe assure her that he choose the desert over the mountains, as long as she was here,
“It’s so much better here, because of you,”
d r e a m i n g.
10
Message Thread:
« Back to thread
Create your own free message board!