my knees to give, dropping me to her level in an ungainly sprawl.
Reaching across, gripping her hair, I haul her delicate face close, caressing her warm cheek with my thumb, beseeching, “Come home with me? I want you to see the world with my eyes.”
She frowns, her mind squeezing out the possibility with thoughts of her vocation and monthly debts. Manmade incarceration masquerading as freedom, when all it does is ensnare.
“ Please, sváss?” I whisper, ebbing my hold down her neck, fingering the protruding collar bone, tracing the numinous skin to plump breasts. “I want your roots to have fresh water. Let me give you a foundation stone for a new existence.”
I'm going to find that man and I'm going to allow Ewan to destroy him. He took the jewel in the crown and sold it for a pittance, depreciating its value. He defiled and sullied one who is walking absolution. She is the answer to every night I howled injustice into the northern skies, bellowing disgust to the aurora which shines into my birth realm.
She is my exculpation.
It's going to take me all the strength I have to undo the damage her foster father has left in her spirit. She has been deeply wounded in a place where her source hides, the very source that broke my mind and melted my bones when I experienced it. It is innocent, and it has a festering abscess behind the light. It's a weal I intend to mend with the dark and the light, with emancipation.
“How? You live far away Leug. This isn't exactly practical.”
“ Sváss, nothing is impossible. You're about to find that out for yourself. The passages of Utgard belong to me, and they are a sight to behold. Let me take you away from your woes and show you true freedom.”
She stares deeply into my eyes with her hinterland-hued irises, her pupils fluctuating in size, betraying that on a subconscious level she can see me undulating spiritually between bright and cimmerian.
Lifting her hand I kiss the wrist, tracing the surge of excitement pumping her veins, “Come away with me, Lara.”
She nods, slowly, as if drowsy.
Capturing her diminutive curves, cuddling them inside my hollows to fill my empty spaces, I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the redolence of frost flowers in full bloom. She's hotter than the furnace of the first forge, melting my loneliness while intoxicating my logic with the blizzard of winter in her soul. She smells of both my volcano and my tundra; Lara is the embodiment of the first sphere.
She and her sister, they have become like Mundilfori's twins. One is the sun, the other the moon, both shine, both illuminate, they restore balance. In the beginning the sun was female, the brilliance of the holy spirit assigned to the physical light giver of daylight, so is my Lara, she shines a light in my darkness, burning out the pain. Yet she embodies both aspects, perhaps her sister does too.
Closing my eyes, crushing her, biting back into a nubile neck, I flick a symphony across her nipples, playing the harp of heaven.
Wriggling deeper to bathe my skin with hers, squeezing my arms tighter, she buries her face in the curl of my shoulder, her breath haphazard and strained, her need to wrestle and dominate riddling her with polarities.
She wants to take and give, control and submit, hurt and love, she is the double edged sword, and it's one that's already cut me so deep I want to bleed into her wounds and rescind her pain. If it takes me forever I will give this woman the peace she craves.
I will give you a home where your roots will thrive and you will flourish. And I will find a way to exact payment for your trauma.
Chapter 7
lost your shirt, destroyed my skirt,
brace myself for a world of hurt
~ The Gemini Journal
Lara:
Waking inside the embrace of snug muscly arms is a bit like waking up surfing the afterglow of an erotic dream.
Soft scruff scratches across my neck when scrumptious kisses trace my skin to the crook of my shoulder, tingling stimulation
Reaching across, gripping her hair, I haul her delicate face close, caressing her warm cheek with my thumb, beseeching, “Come home with me? I want you to see the world with my eyes.”
She frowns, her mind squeezing out the possibility with thoughts of her vocation and monthly debts. Manmade incarceration masquerading as freedom, when all it does is ensnare.
“ Please, sváss?” I whisper, ebbing my hold down her neck, fingering the protruding collar bone, tracing the numinous skin to plump breasts. “I want your roots to have fresh water. Let me give you a foundation stone for a new existence.”
I'm going to find that man and I'm going to allow Ewan to destroy him. He took the jewel in the crown and sold it for a pittance, depreciating its value. He defiled and sullied one who is walking absolution. She is the answer to every night I howled injustice into the northern skies, bellowing disgust to the aurora which shines into my birth realm.
She is my exculpation.
It's going to take me all the strength I have to undo the damage her foster father has left in her spirit. She has been deeply wounded in a place where her source hides, the very source that broke my mind and melted my bones when I experienced it. It is innocent, and it has a festering abscess behind the light. It's a weal I intend to mend with the dark and the light, with emancipation.
“How? You live far away Leug. This isn't exactly practical.”
“ Sváss, nothing is impossible. You're about to find that out for yourself. The passages of Utgard belong to me, and they are a sight to behold. Let me take you away from your woes and show you true freedom.”
She stares deeply into my eyes with her hinterland-hued irises, her pupils fluctuating in size, betraying that on a subconscious level she can see me undulating spiritually between bright and cimmerian.
Lifting her hand I kiss the wrist, tracing the surge of excitement pumping her veins, “Come away with me, Lara.”
She nods, slowly, as if drowsy.
Capturing her diminutive curves, cuddling them inside my hollows to fill my empty spaces, I nuzzle her neck, inhaling the redolence of frost flowers in full bloom. She's hotter than the furnace of the first forge, melting my loneliness while intoxicating my logic with the blizzard of winter in her soul. She smells of both my volcano and my tundra; Lara is the embodiment of the first sphere.
She and her sister, they have become like Mundilfori's twins. One is the sun, the other the moon, both shine, both illuminate, they restore balance. In the beginning the sun was female, the brilliance of the holy spirit assigned to the physical light giver of daylight, so is my Lara, she shines a light in my darkness, burning out the pain. Yet she embodies both aspects, perhaps her sister does too.
Closing my eyes, crushing her, biting back into a nubile neck, I flick a symphony across her nipples, playing the harp of heaven.
Wriggling deeper to bathe my skin with hers, squeezing my arms tighter, she buries her face in the curl of my shoulder, her breath haphazard and strained, her need to wrestle and dominate riddling her with polarities.
She wants to take and give, control and submit, hurt and love, she is the double edged sword, and it's one that's already cut me so deep I want to bleed into her wounds and rescind her pain. If it takes me forever I will give this woman the peace she craves.
I will give you a home where your roots will thrive and you will flourish. And I will find a way to exact payment for your trauma.
Chapter 7
lost your shirt, destroyed my skirt,
brace myself for a world of hurt
~ The Gemini Journal
Lara:
Waking inside the embrace of snug muscly arms is a bit like waking up surfing the afterglow of an erotic dream.
Soft scruff scratches across my neck when scrumptious kisses trace my skin to the crook of my shoulder, tingling stimulation
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