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02-19-2016, 03:36 AM
glasgow
I know the world’s a broken bone —
“I am the black savior, if that is what you desire…”
His voice fell upon her ivory ears with a dark and alluring tone that she felt deep within her soul. She smiled to him – a surprisingly genuine smile. One she hadn’t truly felt in a very long time. She let her glassy orbs dance across his face, almost as scarred as hers, and felt almost homely. And yet the stallion continued his words and she listened carefully, hanging onto every word as if it were the last she’d hear. He spoke of his idea of a savior being different to her version, and she tilted her head a little bit, wondering just what he thought of being a savior to her was. She wasn’t going to argue with him anymore, so she slowly nodded, her eyes leaving his face briefly.
“Yes…” Her voice grew almost breathless, clinging to the foggy air that clung around them. Yet when she looked back to him, his smile grew deeper and it warmed her soul in a strange way that she couldn’t place. “Lucifer, Abaddon, all the same to me…” It was then when she smiled back to him. “Ah, so Abaddon is it?” She turned back to face him now, moving up to him just inches away from the hide of his chest and neck, gazing up at him curiously. “I like Lucifer better. You can be my demonic fallen angel.” Her smile widened to him then, joking with him, poking fun at his name, and yet feeling something for the stallion all the same.
It was a feeling that frightened her, but she had made a deal with the devil and she planned on never going back on it. “Tell me how to bind to you…” Glasgow’s voice grew quieter then, her gaze dropping from his firey orbs to stare blankly at his onyx chest, her breath puffing clouds that gently waved across his skin.
"Talk."
His voice fell upon her ivory ears with a dark and alluring tone that she felt deep within her soul. She smiled to him – a surprisingly genuine smile. One she hadn’t truly felt in a very long time. She let her glassy orbs dance across his face, almost as scarred as hers, and felt almost homely. And yet the stallion continued his words and she listened carefully, hanging onto every word as if it were the last she’d hear. He spoke of his idea of a savior being different to her version, and she tilted her head a little bit, wondering just what he thought of being a savior to her was. She wasn’t going to argue with him anymore, so she slowly nodded, her eyes leaving his face briefly.
“Yes…” Her voice grew almost breathless, clinging to the foggy air that clung around them. Yet when she looked back to him, his smile grew deeper and it warmed her soul in a strange way that she couldn’t place. “Lucifer, Abaddon, all the same to me…” It was then when she smiled back to him. “Ah, so Abaddon is it?” She turned back to face him now, moving up to him just inches away from the hide of his chest and neck, gazing up at him curiously. “I like Lucifer better. You can be my demonic fallen angel.” Her smile widened to him then, joking with him, poking fun at his name, and yet feeling something for the stallion all the same.
It was a feeling that frightened her, but she had made a deal with the devil and she planned on never going back on it. “Tell me how to bind to you…” Glasgow’s voice grew quieter then, her gaze dropping from his firey orbs to stare blankly at his onyx chest, her breath puffing clouds that gently waved across his skin.
"Talk."
— but melt your headaches,
call it home.
@Abaddon :OOO
