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02-25-2016, 11:10 PM
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Isopia Does your imagination try to make you what you wanted to be? Because I'm sorry I do what I did, but it came naturally His walls erupted all around her, while all of hers tumbled to the ground. Never before had the girl been so vulnerable, so completely open. Her soul, dark and twisted and un-understandable, was bared raw for him. The parts of her which were unlovable, she served to him on a platter, desperately hoping that he would find them, somehow, someway, desirable. It felt as though the moment simultaneously took forever to arrive, and then was equally gone just as quickly. It seemed mere seconds ago that she was a dragon, dragging Volterra through the skies, but she could just as easily remember the thick and tense moments that stretched long and hard between them, when all still remained a mere possibility. But then it had actualized, and she remembered that too. Easily she lets parts of herself continue to remain with him - a wing carelessly slung over his back, the side of her cheek pressed against his body. She let him hold her up, and held him up in return. Her mane - now quite tangled and curled with the sweat which was produced during the height of their efforts together, billowed slightly with each slowing breath. I was your...I didn't realise It was best for Iso that he couldn't see her face - see the way it twisted in embarrassment slightly to hear the words come from his lips. Of course she knew that her facade could only go so far, that the truth would eventually come out, but it still wounded her soul to hear her insecurities and failings stated so obviously. "It doesn't matter-" She whispered into the ebony of his body, squeezing her eyes shut both out of something like shame, but also exhaustion. Her knees quaked, shook, and shuttered with the mutual effort of supporting them both. The words, thank you and that felt good and how was it for you rested restlessly on her lips, but Isopia couldn't find the push she needed to get them out. Despite the intimacy of what they had still done, she still fought to keep some of her dignity, to keep some of her insecurities a secret. Exhaling loudly against his pelt, partially as some sort of segue, Isopia pushed herself away from him and allowed herself a few long and low breaths. It seemed as though her heart had just stopped stammering irregularly, and was beginning to slow. Still nervous and restless, Hubris wrung his clawed paws making uncertain faces towards Vadir and Verzes. He still wasn't convinced that what had transpired would be good for anyone present. Though he hoped that he was wrong. @Volterra |
