Post by Lil' Wench on Jan 18, 2006 17:23:11 GMT -5
Raziel_Rhapsody: The shadows crept forth from the eerie depths of the path from which he’d emerged. Razor talons that raked across the air before him, ebony bliss that would soon cast it’s chill upon the mortal coils who dared to tread so close to the family grounds. The dark trench fell to ankles that were encased in large black boots, ebony tresses spewed down his slender frame. Onwards he stepped into the lustrous moonlight that was hung in the heavens to illuminate the path before him. Onwards shadows crept upon the silent lands, stretching well before him to race upwards to the stairs and greet the door before he should ever cross the threshold. Darkness grasped the knob and twisted the small instrument to one side, letting the door swing open, the light from the exterior crushing against the light from the interior creating shadows all it’s own. Darkness rolled forwards in tides and the chilled air swept inwards to meet and destroy the warmth that once occupied the small space so very passively. Like a thundering wave it rolled in, sonic resolutions shattering the frailty of delicate ears that would soon rush forth in an unholy tide. Shadows dispersed and rolled off into distant corners to watch and to wait.
Shadow_Rhapsody: Beyond the copse of shadowed material she watched the night surround her, violet eyes waited for some sign of movement, towards the door of the tavern. She motioned forward, her own little insanity craved mind was dissillusioned by the reality of death. She still thought she was alive, and the voices projected whispers of death, and horrid fantasies she didn't know where to place. She had walked into the tavern behind him, far behind him so that he wou;dn't be misplaced with her. Feathers fell tattered and torn from the wings that were foully sewn onto her back, Crimson lips were lightly parted as a raspy breath came forth.
Raziel_Rhapsody: “You do wrong to shatter the silence,” he mused softly. Voice rolled over lips with an intoxicating sound that reverberated off of the nearest walls and danced back into his own ears. The silent wash of immortal breath crawled along the back of his neck bringing the eerie sensation of being watched to the front. Onwards he paced without so much as a glance back to she who’d dared to cross paths before the night’s kiss of death. Still they waited, waited for the simple command to be issued and they would rush forth like the warriors of an unstoppable God, rendering flesh from bone and leaving nothing but the caustic remains to dribble over the shattered fragments of bones. Boots were a steady thump over the floorboards that he crossed, dark eyes shone without life as those with color would have done. Alabaster flesh glowed with the taint of gold, sparkling in the light that grew brighter as he entered the place further. There was a mild curiosity for the creature that rolled in with the whisper of a wind behind him, but enough was so that patience would gain the better of him. Waiting and watching, knowing that only the true hand of death with scythe glinted in blood would dare tear one immortal soul from this plain.
Shadow_Rhapsody: His voice caused chills to run down her spine as she watched him move forward, her own device of placatism shattered beyond the dreams she may have had. She had withdrawn the hood she was wearing to let her face show, the henna like tattoos swirled about her ivory skin, marking her a chosen one, only to be alone within the darkness that wrapped it's claws about her simple frame. "My fear is fading, I can't speak it. Or else you'll dig my grave. You feel them finding, always whining..Take my hand a be alive" she whispered, her voice carried on the winds of corrupted patterns, only to fall at this feet unmoved. She then looked away and decided it was her place to stay where she was.
Raziel_Rhapsody: The darkness often lied and the eyes of mortals were often deceived. Whispered words would spill lies into the air and leave it hard to breathe, sucking life from flesh that craved it, needed it to survive. Her voice was an echo, a distant mirage of words all culminated together to form some cryptic meaning that would deceive his mind not once, but twice. Was she trying to toy with his mind or merely make herself sound more impressive than what she actually was. “Talk not in riddles girl. Convey your point and be done with it. Waste no more breath than you can take in one single whisper. Time is a valuable thing.” Elongated digits rose into the air, coiling so delicately above his head as he motioned her forth. “Come into the light Child of Darkness and let eyes graze over your form. Walk into the light of day where promises will be warm. Beware the hand of death that stalks upon your door, for it shall grant you the certainty that life will be no more.” The shadows had become disturbed, whispering vacancies about the sacrifice that was to be offered, the holiest of the unholy that would be spread upon the floor in the great offering placating the Gods who would watch over them and guide them into the waiting hands of death. He turned not to gaze upon either that seemed to tremble upon the plains of the earthly field for when the time was right and attentions were demanded, they would seek to see what few would chance a glimpse upon.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She had walked forward, her legs seemed to ignore her silent pleas to not carry her to him, but she seemed trapped, like a moth to a flame. Her lips parted to say something but the words were lost just like the hope that she could touch him. She stopped short of his reach, only to stare at him like a great Methusala, a great being with enough power to stop her in her tracks. Fingers go to untie the bow at her neck, exposing a rather plain ensamble, a purple skirt that bunched at her waist, which was very fashionable to her, and nothing on top, for her wings would bleed and bleed, there for ruining any chances of a shirt. Long black hair fell down her back, covering the marque that had been burned into her skin as a child.."You seek not anything of me, though you call me as if I am your child." she said, as she did not look up to face him, only to link her arms in her lap.
Raziel_Rhapsody: Attention was not craved, and yet so drawn to her it was. Like the light that would slip over the horizon in the wee hours of the morning staining the heavens shades of purples and reds. Where sacrifices often went unnoticed upon the sacrificial alters and tides would seep from the heavens in waves of vermilion. Upon the uncut mountains and through the fingers of the trees it would weep it’s plea of insanity and the Gods would take time to play. The melody that would soon come would be one that was savored, whispered upon delicate fingers that fondly stroked at keys, touches that were granted to the depths of ones soul and called out to the inner being within all of them that shed tears of forgotten graces. Attentions were stolen though. She who would weep at the sound of something played a thousand times over could wait, wait until the sound of silence once more crashed upon deaf ears and not a single form rose to applaud such grand talent. If notice was not meant to be taken, then it wouldn’t. His step moved, carried him to one side of the girl who’d paused behind him. She came as he beckoned, like a moth to the flame upon a candle when light would stroke fondly at the darkness and offer the promise of some sweet delight that awaited in the center. Wings would often fold within the heat, melting the wax that they had been formed out of and the lifeless body would soon plummet into the sea where it would drown. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: Words were soft, uttered with great care and delight to she who’d come to him. So fondly his hand stretched forth as he rounded her form, breath whispered with tender care to graze upon flesh that had been exposed without a word asked of her. Tender embraces would come with words that were but a quiet whisper set to coil like warmed silk that danced freely within the breeze of the soft summer skies. “I call you not as a child but as the woman you are. A woman whose flesh craves the warm touch and the soothing caress of words whispered in a moment of passion. When candles flare to life and the godly satisfaction rains from the heavens like a perfect sacrifice. I call you only to come as you please, to be pleased as you come.”
Shadow_Rhapsody: . o O ( I have never seen anything like this... )
Shadow_Rhapsody: Her sanity was washing away with every movement he mad, like the hightide making room for the low one. She had absently licked her lips, as if waiting for him to touch herm grace her skin with the smoothness of cold fingers. She had closed her eyes, letting his voice and all his scent enter her senses, to awash her with inner tormoil that caused her knees to quake.."And yet I come, scared and yet willing. Why is it that I feel this way, towards a stranger at that?" she whispered, as she brought fingers to her neck, the ivory skin soft and supple, but devoid of any life. Whispers floundered around her, wrapping their haunted beings around her frame as he walked around her, checking her like some damn race horse.."Tell me Sir, what is granted by your lips, or perhaps your fingers?" she whispered, scared as hell, but the excitement was mounting.
Raziel_Rhapsody: She held so still, trapped in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle that would soon enough strike her down where she lay. When pools of blood would dribble from those lush lips and the grounds would be bathed in the unholy offering of her blood so very tainted by torments of life. But who had bound her? Caged her soul and placed shackles around her ankles and wrists? Further into the light she was drawn, trembling with each step down the path that would lead her to heaven, locked within the thrall of wisdom that was unkempt and untaught to thousands of generations that would soon grant unholy serenity upon the vacant ramblings of ones mind. He chided her with a soft whispering ‘Hush’, that would tremble upon the stale airs that had yet to be relieved of such tension. Her fear tainted, salted the airs with it’s dangerous taint that would soon enough draw forth the hunger that boiled in his soul. He longed for the touch simply because she did. He wanted it, craved it. He’d not granted her that choice, not offered her that need. His hand rose, fingers that would tremble not in the splay of the breath of the wind that came crawling through the opening of the door and merely they would come to rest upon the side of her neck and but a silken touch would soon sweep delicate tendrils from untainted flesh. There was a craving that was yet to be satisfied. When the rains would fall from the heavens he would be there, mouth wide open to catch each drop as though it was the last. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: “What would the moon whisper to the stars when the light of the sun would steal them from sight? What would a mother whisper to a child when the light of day fled from the doorstep of the world? Do not ask things that you would not be willing to find out on your own child. Do not rush to your own death or seal your own fate with patience that was failing. Hold tight my child, hold on tightly and close your eyes.” His words were a whisper then as he leaned forward over her so that his own lips would brush upon her ear and tickle with a warm breath into the confines of her mind. “Be prepared little one.” he reminded her.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She trembled, almost longed for him to embrace her within those dark arms that cradled himself. Velveteen fingers reached out, as if she wanted to touch him, become enshrouded in all that he was. "I want to t6ouch you, lest you permit me otherwise. I want to feel the skin crawl under my fingertips, to feel the darkness caress my being" she had said softly, as she turned to face him, her eyes travelled up his chest, along the dark clothing he wore, to the alabaster skin of his face, he deemed perfection, his face screamed profanities at her, almost mocked her for she was nothing near as he. She stared at his lips, the way they moved, what they tasted like, the fantasies blurred her vision until she shuddered.
Raziel_Rhapsody: The world would often deceive the unsuspecting, chasing it around in circles with an offering that seemed so grand. And those that were victims, so very gullible to the things that happened in life would run, run until chests heaved with labored breaths and cheeks glowed with rosy hues. When sweat would bead upon brows and the darkness of exhaustion would settle upon the unworthy soul of one so very unfortunate to be lured into the spiders web, those fangs would plunge deep into the tender flesh of one so greatly exhausted. She turned to gaze upon him and once more he stood tall before her. Colorless eyes looked down at the lustrous shimmer that her flesh seemed to possess. From the way dark tendrils would coil upon her face and lap upon small shoulders. His expressionless visage merely watched her, her own image graven into his eyes, reflected back to her so that is all she would see. A reflection upon the calm surface of the water when eyes would look no deeper. Though darkness swam beneath the cool exterior and tides would crush against the rocky shores that lay at the ocean’s wake. But a single digit rose into the air, his arm bending at such an angle that it would have been right, that it would have been perfect. And like a warning it pressed to the lush fullness of her lips to silence such wanting wishes. “You know not what you ask dear child. Do you truly speak with your mind, or with the need building so deep within you?” It grew tense, his voice a wanting whisper that would beg her, plead her to feel the need that seemed to rob her of such control. He wanted her upon her knees before him, to know what it truly felt like. But he would not push her there, nor would he force her down. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: But persuasion existed within the temptation of such dulcet tones that would draw forth. “You feel a hunger welling, boiling inside your soul. When thoughts of pleasure and luxuries, of temptations that will often roll. Bow your head with promise, open yourself wide, and feel the ache that’s whispering so very deep inside.” his form doubled over then, moving closer to her. Lips would part and press upon the left side of her cheek before his finger would dare part from her lips. A breath would be whispered, tainted with such sweet promises and be left, dropped upon her warm flesh that seemed to crave, to need so very much.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She almost swooned when his finger found her lips, she wanted to part them and taste the flesh of his skin, to drag her tongue along and suckle it like a babe would. His words brought emotions that she knew not of, that she longed for to see, her shadowed frame was wracked with despair as she longed to be the one he held within the darkness and yet clung to when the light seeped through the cracks, facing sunrise. When his lips found her cheek she reached out, her fingers going to splay upon his shoulders as she begged him not to leave her.."I dare say I will not go on without your voice lulling me though my thoughts. Or your soft touch that so caresses my flesh with unabound tenderness. I long for you like the sun longs for the stars, though they may never meet. I am afraid I don't even know your name, lest you grace me with it." she said, as her lips whispered against the flesh of his ear. Her cold dead skin burned for his kisses, and she would do anything for him to realize it.
Raziel_Rhapsody: Words often spoiled the most tender of moments when spoke without the knowledge of time. The starts would long not for the sun for it was their demise. And the moon and the sun were like two Gods banished to rule over different plains of existence. One must have been sated for the other to rise within it’s glory. Elongated digits spread outwards upon the smooth surface of her face, parting only as her hands moved to grasp at the touch of his shoulders. Large hands that were polished with a silken touch slipped forth to wrap around her wrists, encompass such tiny appendages and hold them away from himself. Dark eyes looked deep into the confines of her own, lined with such promises. All that she wanted, all that she needed was there, set before her in the darkness of the shadows that they ran from. When creatures of the night would stray no longer into the light of the sun for fear that death would wait for them, he would be there. When the wooden splinters of a mad man’s stake was plunged towards vital flesh, he would be there, wielding the very instrument of death that was so feared. He offered her death. And he offered her life. Without the words needing to be said he was laying it all out before her, lining it upon the tables that were shrouded in ebony velvet of a jewelers case sparkling like rows of diamonds. She needed only to pick one that would be worn around her neck. Two that would be placed within. And a third that would have cupped such gentle digits. He would hold her wrists away from him, away from the touch of his flesh until she gave him what HE wanted. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: Before her he would remain, the flesh of his lips crushing again into the soft press of her cheek, roaming against the curve of her jaw line where a velvet caress of the pink tongue would lap tenderly at her flesh, tasting of her. The hollow of his cheek to tip her head to the side and the weight of his hands to draw her form. He wanted her to tremble, wanted her to feel weak. “Close your eyes my child. It is there, within the darkness of all that you fear within the light of everything that you desire I shall be. Close your eyes child and see for yourself the promises set before you. Long for it childe. Feel the breath within your soul and the hands locked behind your back.”
Shadow_Rhapsody: Beyond the copse of shadowed material she watched the night surround her, violet eyes waited for some sign of movement, towards the door of the tavern. She motioned forward, her own little insanity craved mind was dissillusioned by the reality of death. She still thought she was alive, and the voices projected whispers of death, and horrid fantasies she didn't know where to place. She had walked into the tavern behind him, far behind him so that he wou;dn't be misplaced with her. Feathers fell tattered and torn from the wings that were foully sewn onto her back, Crimson lips were lightly parted as a raspy breath came forth.
Raziel_Rhapsody: “You do wrong to shatter the silence,” he mused softly. Voice rolled over lips with an intoxicating sound that reverberated off of the nearest walls and danced back into his own ears. The silent wash of immortal breath crawled along the back of his neck bringing the eerie sensation of being watched to the front. Onwards he paced without so much as a glance back to she who’d dared to cross paths before the night’s kiss of death. Still they waited, waited for the simple command to be issued and they would rush forth like the warriors of an unstoppable God, rendering flesh from bone and leaving nothing but the caustic remains to dribble over the shattered fragments of bones. Boots were a steady thump over the floorboards that he crossed, dark eyes shone without life as those with color would have done. Alabaster flesh glowed with the taint of gold, sparkling in the light that grew brighter as he entered the place further. There was a mild curiosity for the creature that rolled in with the whisper of a wind behind him, but enough was so that patience would gain the better of him. Waiting and watching, knowing that only the true hand of death with scythe glinted in blood would dare tear one immortal soul from this plain.
Shadow_Rhapsody: His voice caused chills to run down her spine as she watched him move forward, her own device of placatism shattered beyond the dreams she may have had. She had withdrawn the hood she was wearing to let her face show, the henna like tattoos swirled about her ivory skin, marking her a chosen one, only to be alone within the darkness that wrapped it's claws about her simple frame. "My fear is fading, I can't speak it. Or else you'll dig my grave. You feel them finding, always whining..Take my hand a be alive" she whispered, her voice carried on the winds of corrupted patterns, only to fall at this feet unmoved. She then looked away and decided it was her place to stay where she was.
Raziel_Rhapsody: The darkness often lied and the eyes of mortals were often deceived. Whispered words would spill lies into the air and leave it hard to breathe, sucking life from flesh that craved it, needed it to survive. Her voice was an echo, a distant mirage of words all culminated together to form some cryptic meaning that would deceive his mind not once, but twice. Was she trying to toy with his mind or merely make herself sound more impressive than what she actually was. “Talk not in riddles girl. Convey your point and be done with it. Waste no more breath than you can take in one single whisper. Time is a valuable thing.” Elongated digits rose into the air, coiling so delicately above his head as he motioned her forth. “Come into the light Child of Darkness and let eyes graze over your form. Walk into the light of day where promises will be warm. Beware the hand of death that stalks upon your door, for it shall grant you the certainty that life will be no more.” The shadows had become disturbed, whispering vacancies about the sacrifice that was to be offered, the holiest of the unholy that would be spread upon the floor in the great offering placating the Gods who would watch over them and guide them into the waiting hands of death. He turned not to gaze upon either that seemed to tremble upon the plains of the earthly field for when the time was right and attentions were demanded, they would seek to see what few would chance a glimpse upon.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She had walked forward, her legs seemed to ignore her silent pleas to not carry her to him, but she seemed trapped, like a moth to a flame. Her lips parted to say something but the words were lost just like the hope that she could touch him. She stopped short of his reach, only to stare at him like a great Methusala, a great being with enough power to stop her in her tracks. Fingers go to untie the bow at her neck, exposing a rather plain ensamble, a purple skirt that bunched at her waist, which was very fashionable to her, and nothing on top, for her wings would bleed and bleed, there for ruining any chances of a shirt. Long black hair fell down her back, covering the marque that had been burned into her skin as a child.."You seek not anything of me, though you call me as if I am your child." she said, as she did not look up to face him, only to link her arms in her lap.
Raziel_Rhapsody: Attention was not craved, and yet so drawn to her it was. Like the light that would slip over the horizon in the wee hours of the morning staining the heavens shades of purples and reds. Where sacrifices often went unnoticed upon the sacrificial alters and tides would seep from the heavens in waves of vermilion. Upon the uncut mountains and through the fingers of the trees it would weep it’s plea of insanity and the Gods would take time to play. The melody that would soon come would be one that was savored, whispered upon delicate fingers that fondly stroked at keys, touches that were granted to the depths of ones soul and called out to the inner being within all of them that shed tears of forgotten graces. Attentions were stolen though. She who would weep at the sound of something played a thousand times over could wait, wait until the sound of silence once more crashed upon deaf ears and not a single form rose to applaud such grand talent. If notice was not meant to be taken, then it wouldn’t. His step moved, carried him to one side of the girl who’d paused behind him. She came as he beckoned, like a moth to the flame upon a candle when light would stroke fondly at the darkness and offer the promise of some sweet delight that awaited in the center. Wings would often fold within the heat, melting the wax that they had been formed out of and the lifeless body would soon plummet into the sea where it would drown. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: Words were soft, uttered with great care and delight to she who’d come to him. So fondly his hand stretched forth as he rounded her form, breath whispered with tender care to graze upon flesh that had been exposed without a word asked of her. Tender embraces would come with words that were but a quiet whisper set to coil like warmed silk that danced freely within the breeze of the soft summer skies. “I call you not as a child but as the woman you are. A woman whose flesh craves the warm touch and the soothing caress of words whispered in a moment of passion. When candles flare to life and the godly satisfaction rains from the heavens like a perfect sacrifice. I call you only to come as you please, to be pleased as you come.”
Shadow_Rhapsody: . o O ( I have never seen anything like this... )
Shadow_Rhapsody: Her sanity was washing away with every movement he mad, like the hightide making room for the low one. She had absently licked her lips, as if waiting for him to touch herm grace her skin with the smoothness of cold fingers. She had closed her eyes, letting his voice and all his scent enter her senses, to awash her with inner tormoil that caused her knees to quake.."And yet I come, scared and yet willing. Why is it that I feel this way, towards a stranger at that?" she whispered, as she brought fingers to her neck, the ivory skin soft and supple, but devoid of any life. Whispers floundered around her, wrapping their haunted beings around her frame as he walked around her, checking her like some damn race horse.."Tell me Sir, what is granted by your lips, or perhaps your fingers?" she whispered, scared as hell, but the excitement was mounting.
Raziel_Rhapsody: She held so still, trapped in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle that would soon enough strike her down where she lay. When pools of blood would dribble from those lush lips and the grounds would be bathed in the unholy offering of her blood so very tainted by torments of life. But who had bound her? Caged her soul and placed shackles around her ankles and wrists? Further into the light she was drawn, trembling with each step down the path that would lead her to heaven, locked within the thrall of wisdom that was unkempt and untaught to thousands of generations that would soon grant unholy serenity upon the vacant ramblings of ones mind. He chided her with a soft whispering ‘Hush’, that would tremble upon the stale airs that had yet to be relieved of such tension. Her fear tainted, salted the airs with it’s dangerous taint that would soon enough draw forth the hunger that boiled in his soul. He longed for the touch simply because she did. He wanted it, craved it. He’d not granted her that choice, not offered her that need. His hand rose, fingers that would tremble not in the splay of the breath of the wind that came crawling through the opening of the door and merely they would come to rest upon the side of her neck and but a silken touch would soon sweep delicate tendrils from untainted flesh. There was a craving that was yet to be satisfied. When the rains would fall from the heavens he would be there, mouth wide open to catch each drop as though it was the last. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: “What would the moon whisper to the stars when the light of the sun would steal them from sight? What would a mother whisper to a child when the light of day fled from the doorstep of the world? Do not ask things that you would not be willing to find out on your own child. Do not rush to your own death or seal your own fate with patience that was failing. Hold tight my child, hold on tightly and close your eyes.” His words were a whisper then as he leaned forward over her so that his own lips would brush upon her ear and tickle with a warm breath into the confines of her mind. “Be prepared little one.” he reminded her.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She trembled, almost longed for him to embrace her within those dark arms that cradled himself. Velveteen fingers reached out, as if she wanted to touch him, become enshrouded in all that he was. "I want to t6ouch you, lest you permit me otherwise. I want to feel the skin crawl under my fingertips, to feel the darkness caress my being" she had said softly, as she turned to face him, her eyes travelled up his chest, along the dark clothing he wore, to the alabaster skin of his face, he deemed perfection, his face screamed profanities at her, almost mocked her for she was nothing near as he. She stared at his lips, the way they moved, what they tasted like, the fantasies blurred her vision until she shuddered.
Raziel_Rhapsody: The world would often deceive the unsuspecting, chasing it around in circles with an offering that seemed so grand. And those that were victims, so very gullible to the things that happened in life would run, run until chests heaved with labored breaths and cheeks glowed with rosy hues. When sweat would bead upon brows and the darkness of exhaustion would settle upon the unworthy soul of one so very unfortunate to be lured into the spiders web, those fangs would plunge deep into the tender flesh of one so greatly exhausted. She turned to gaze upon him and once more he stood tall before her. Colorless eyes looked down at the lustrous shimmer that her flesh seemed to possess. From the way dark tendrils would coil upon her face and lap upon small shoulders. His expressionless visage merely watched her, her own image graven into his eyes, reflected back to her so that is all she would see. A reflection upon the calm surface of the water when eyes would look no deeper. Though darkness swam beneath the cool exterior and tides would crush against the rocky shores that lay at the ocean’s wake. But a single digit rose into the air, his arm bending at such an angle that it would have been right, that it would have been perfect. And like a warning it pressed to the lush fullness of her lips to silence such wanting wishes. “You know not what you ask dear child. Do you truly speak with your mind, or with the need building so deep within you?” It grew tense, his voice a wanting whisper that would beg her, plead her to feel the need that seemed to rob her of such control. He wanted her upon her knees before him, to know what it truly felt like. But he would not push her there, nor would he force her down. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: But persuasion existed within the temptation of such dulcet tones that would draw forth. “You feel a hunger welling, boiling inside your soul. When thoughts of pleasure and luxuries, of temptations that will often roll. Bow your head with promise, open yourself wide, and feel the ache that’s whispering so very deep inside.” his form doubled over then, moving closer to her. Lips would part and press upon the left side of her cheek before his finger would dare part from her lips. A breath would be whispered, tainted with such sweet promises and be left, dropped upon her warm flesh that seemed to crave, to need so very much.
Shadow_Rhapsody: She almost swooned when his finger found her lips, she wanted to part them and taste the flesh of his skin, to drag her tongue along and suckle it like a babe would. His words brought emotions that she knew not of, that she longed for to see, her shadowed frame was wracked with despair as she longed to be the one he held within the darkness and yet clung to when the light seeped through the cracks, facing sunrise. When his lips found her cheek she reached out, her fingers going to splay upon his shoulders as she begged him not to leave her.."I dare say I will not go on without your voice lulling me though my thoughts. Or your soft touch that so caresses my flesh with unabound tenderness. I long for you like the sun longs for the stars, though they may never meet. I am afraid I don't even know your name, lest you grace me with it." she said, as her lips whispered against the flesh of his ear. Her cold dead skin burned for his kisses, and she would do anything for him to realize it.
Raziel_Rhapsody: Words often spoiled the most tender of moments when spoke without the knowledge of time. The starts would long not for the sun for it was their demise. And the moon and the sun were like two Gods banished to rule over different plains of existence. One must have been sated for the other to rise within it’s glory. Elongated digits spread outwards upon the smooth surface of her face, parting only as her hands moved to grasp at the touch of his shoulders. Large hands that were polished with a silken touch slipped forth to wrap around her wrists, encompass such tiny appendages and hold them away from himself. Dark eyes looked deep into the confines of her own, lined with such promises. All that she wanted, all that she needed was there, set before her in the darkness of the shadows that they ran from. When creatures of the night would stray no longer into the light of the sun for fear that death would wait for them, he would be there. When the wooden splinters of a mad man’s stake was plunged towards vital flesh, he would be there, wielding the very instrument of death that was so feared. He offered her death. And he offered her life. Without the words needing to be said he was laying it all out before her, lining it upon the tables that were shrouded in ebony velvet of a jewelers case sparkling like rows of diamonds. She needed only to pick one that would be worn around her neck. Two that would be placed within. And a third that would have cupped such gentle digits. He would hold her wrists away from him, away from the touch of his flesh until she gave him what HE wanted. -c-
Raziel_Rhapsody: Before her he would remain, the flesh of his lips crushing again into the soft press of her cheek, roaming against the curve of her jaw line where a velvet caress of the pink tongue would lap tenderly at her flesh, tasting of her. The hollow of his cheek to tip her head to the side and the weight of his hands to draw her form. He wanted her to tremble, wanted her to feel weak. “Close your eyes my child. It is there, within the darkness of all that you fear within the light of everything that you desire I shall be. Close your eyes child and see for yourself the promises set before you. Long for it childe. Feel the breath within your soul and the hands locked behind your back.”