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05-10-2014, 01:25 AM



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High dive into frozen waves

The cur does not come writhing among the winter wind, flashing a jagged grin, teeth gnashing with atrocious spiteful behaviour, enticing women to his sides with a casanova's voice—but he is gifted with something much better than cretin's spilt organs, littered among the sands.
She comes to him, as if they are tied, bonded, bound and manacled, he has pledged his allegiance to she— the beast did not have any other alternatives, for no amount of scantily clad, glistening women would make up for the Queen before him.

Sallow and alabaster— he catches her out of the corner of his eye, ivory lace, tulle and velvet, flourishing aurelian, she comes wafting across the snowfall, across cobblestone and crag, ore and earth, a maiden wreathed in nonexistent flowers and bathed in the immortal threads of time, elegant, royal and opulent— a coronet of ice set upon her brow, among the beige antlers, strawberry lips and rivulets of scars, and yet she is with as much radiance as all of his memories combined.
(For each blister, each flaw marks another hole in his bosom, and if he must make a deal with the Devil, he'd find each and every monster whom had dared harm her, and he would choke them to death in their own, bubbling, scalding cruor).

Grating, lethargic and heavy, he slides his dome towards her, sapphire spheres burnished and hyperborean, frozen chips from the sea, coiling alongside the fervor, the passionate gilt of her own— lowering his broad neck as a remorseful dog, feeling the prickling of wretchedness he had yet earlier enkindle within his veins. (He cannot remain stolid when they are left unattended, for she has always been able to see through the incubus's shields, his layers of armor).
When the bonded atop her spine awoke, her hymns echoing pliable and supple, his own harks sliding forth to listen— he exhales, peculiarly reaching to attempt and deftly, cautiously nuzzle her withers with his maw, he responds, somber and sotto in voice. "They'll die. All of them." Relentless and barbarous, does the seraph know that she has accompanied a incubus? Implied cruelties and heinous meanderings, he would slay them with their own intestines if the need be. "I will not let the blasted cretins so much as touch you, Arah."

And then, like a wolf to the scent of fresh, cardinal wine, he murmurs.
"Who's the sire?"
and I drown in you again


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frozen waves, drowning - by Crash Course - 05-06-2014, 03:57 PM
RE: frozen waves, drowning - by Arah - 05-09-2014, 06:20 PM
RE: frozen waves, drowning - by Crash Course - 05-10-2014, 01:25 AM

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