| The moon lit up the balcony that ran under my fingertips. Yellow fell down and glowed brightly on my upturned face. A breeze snuck past, dancing coolly as it encircled my arms and ruffled my hair. It sliced across my belly and ran down my calves with a devious flick. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself. Twinkling stars glistened like dewdrops from the heavens. I turned, wishing to go to sleep and yet not wanting to sleep ever. Something moved within my chest. I would not think of him, not now. My body turned to once again face the sea of darkness before me. How I wished to swim within it, make it wash me in black and fire star. I wanted to be absorbed by it, disappear into an endless abyss of nothing. A brilliant flash of light. I watched the sky slip a tear in the shooting star, my own emotions given up to their every whim and moment. It dripped silently, dissolving into a million other burning creatures and fading with the night. * * * I was bathed in sunlight. The creamy warmth spread throughout my body and was still. Stained glass stood proud before me, images of angels battling demons displayed in vivid pieces of colour shaped glass. I loved this window. Peering past the glass, the outside view was blurry and shifted. Distorted beyond recognition. Nothing was real anymore. I was living in a dream, a wonderfully concocted nightmare. My senses had been alerted prior and I knew of the approaching footsteps. "Do you miss him?" Dilandau's voice was thick with venom. His body was pressed against mine, hand sliding back to reveal a crystal dagger at my throat. I did not reply. Caramel eyes gazed back at me in my mind. Van. "It's all a fa�ade isn't it? Your strength is," he continued. He wanted a monologue, something he could inflict pain with. "Would he hear your screams?" The blade twitched, fluttering closer to my neck. My heart was not pounding. "Bastard." I did not mean to speak. He would gain the upper hand in my anger. "I could let this blade slice your heart out, slowly, and we could send it to Van. He could tie your bleeding heart on a gold string and wear it. Everywhere he went, he would feel your blood dripping down his chest." I was silent. "I wonder what your blood tastes like..." he murmured. "Like honey I suppose... warm, sticky honey." "Slice me open and bathe," I said in monotone. I was giving in to him. That would instill my being alive. As much as he enjoyed compliance, opposition was a mouse that he preferred to play with. His head came to rest upon my shoulder, his mouth against my neck. His breathing was soft, little bursts of cotton. "You were not meant to be destroyed," he mumbled into my skin. He was disappointed. I closed my eyes, the vision of angels with heavy wings and slashing demons still imbedded in the black in a neon glare. Dilandau's arm was resting lightly upon my chest as his other was still positioned around my throat. My flesh tingled beneath his mouth as he opened his lips to place kiss after kiss along my neck. Gentle, gentle. Warm tongue licked at patches of alabaster with smooth strokes. I still did not move. He would not be satisfied by me. * * * |
| "Make love to me." It was not a demand. Rather, something childlike. There was an innocent plea being set before me. I was lying on my bed, back against the cool sheets in a light cocoon. I could smell the peppermint cream he used to wash his hair. Tonight, the stars had illuminated his entrance, had laced themselves between the silver strands to follow his path to my bed. I had watched him come closer. The mattress settled under his weight as it allowed him to stretch his figure out parallel to mine. The traitorous thing curled around us comfortably, as if this occurrence was in perfect normalcy. "Leave me," I murmured as I gazed at the ceiling. Dilandau's body was slid upon mine in a catlike grace. "Am I not beautiful enough for you?" he asked as he cocked his head. My jaw clenched back a laugh. His arms were entwined upon themselves, head resting lightly on a forearm as he nestled between my warm breasts. A large toe was being brushed against my calves, the slender tail now swishing rhythmically. "I think Miguel is calling for you. He would accept your body much easier than mine," I said quietly, blue gaze singeing the mural that stared down at our intertwined figures. The colours were blending, twisting into fierce dancing fragments. "His body is too firm. I would suffocate," he mused placidly. My eyes flickered to rest on his. They were all surrounded by the same masculine sex, faces looking into reflections as they interacted on a daily basis. I did not know how many touched each other in an unnatural fashion in the midnight hours, the deep, lustful groans of matching male voices. I shivered. Dilandau's garnet was hidden behind ivory lids, long lashes feathery on his cheeks. His body had needed before. We all want. �I think he had considered succumbing to animalistic urges felt from within, but in the end could not follow through. Lying here, I was a rare prize. "Shesta watches you," he said as his fingers rubbed my collarbone. "He's in love with you I think, and I envied him." "I love no one. There is no need to give oneself up to filthy desires." "Except to one, you mean." His mouth grinned slyly. "One who is king, who wields a sword identical to your serpent blade. I think I may known his name." "He is no more. I am no more." Pieces of my scattered emotions suddenly floated in front of me, teasing my brain with coveted feelings. "Am I not worthy?" Dilandau's voice rose. Rolling off of me, I watched his ivory nails push the buttons from between their selected holes on his tunic. Nearly tearing it from his shoulders, the garment was flung across the room where it settled in a distressed heap. He glowed. The moon rays sliced through him and his chest gleamed, his toned silhouette intricately outlined. "You are a beautiful child," I whispered. I must admit that. There was a comical side in all of this. The powerful prince pleading love from a woman. His body was lowered once again upon mine, heat vying for dominance with one another. Shoving my snug tank up to reveal my cool belly, he bent down and placed his mouth firmly on the skin. Trails of kisses were left as he explored. His teeth snapped once, wishing to devour me. I closed my eyes and let Dilandau take me with his soft lips and smooth hands. Then, he stopped, appetite whet. He took up his previous position of arms across my chest, head bent as he watched me. "Have you ever been loved?" Those ruby jewels searched my face. "Once." The heat flashed, his body twisted above mine. I could still taste his sweat, Van's black hair swirling between my fingertips. I listened to our breathing, so heavy. My heart stopped momentarily. Dilandau looked away. "My wishes do not come true as yours do." "I'm sorry that I am not the goddess of the stars. I do not possess her power." My fingers were curious as they crept, my pointed nail coming to gently trace the strong lines of his bare back, that silky mass of flesh on me. "I wish I could tear your soul out," he murmured as he pressed his ear against my heart, nuzzling his nose between my breasts. He did not know that he was so like him, the other man who had taken my body and swam inside. Van had strong hands, as did Dilandau, but he knew how to touch without breaking. No crying, not now, not now. I watched the raindrops begin their song, little droplets bleeding into a mass of more liquid. A burst of cold. The flimsy material covering the window billowed inward as a breeze flew in, gracefully settling back into its original white form after a moment. "Sleep for me," I whispered as I ran long fingers through his hair. He glanced up. "Kiss me, once." He wanted to disappear as I did. We were doomed to whirl in torment, our souls hungry for lost passions that blew away with the wind. I met his gaze. I could not stop my arms from wrapping his back so that he was squeezed against my body. Heat filled mouth caught mine, lips prying my mouth open. Both tongues intertwined, mouths pressing violently as they ached for more. I listened to his chest rumble above me, the little moan he tried to suppress. Want, always want. We were grasping the invisible trails of nothing. I could not breathe. I knew he could not. He tasted of mint and sweet and sapphire. Wetness trickled down my cheeks, mingling with the salt that was already streaming down my neck and soaking the sheets. He was crying, small tremors rippling along his body. My tears could not be held either. Each watery jewel held what I had lost, what had been ripped from my fingers. They slid into my mouth and across my tongue with an ivory flavor. Feathers, sparkles shimmered in the air as the droplets floated to mingle with the rain of nature. Our skin was sticky, heat flaring in sharp blooms as we lay heavily breathing the clear air around us. That moment, that kiss, was finished. Dilandau dug his face into my neck, my wild curls blanketing his form. His body relaxed, muscle and skin curling softly upon mine. And the moon watched us. It was bleeding, pale splotches, yellow and pink butter shifting to form stars. The flaming orbs exploded one by one and lit up the black. Everything spun, crystalline sliding as they scattered to sprinkle every inch of the sky. I listened to his breath against my throat. I would disappear. I would join the burning stars that hung patiently and swirled within invisible hands. I could see the brilliant planets as they caressed and blurred, shoving me toward the moon, and I watched my body melt into nothing.... [end] |
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