| Subject: -----------=-----------> ... Never The Less ... <-----------=----------- |
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Twisted Silver
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Date Posted: 16:17:35 04/18/01 Wed
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(Reposting... Sorry if you already saw it :P)
*The darling trickle of her voice finds his sharp ear, cracked forward in hope of seeking any sound from her, muscles tightly compact with passionate anticipation, her dark gaze so obscure. Shapely head bobbed once, sealing the division, he whickers gently in reply, the notes chiming with musical resonance, a spectacle of freedom, flashing in a wild rush of ocean, arcing away in cataracts of foam. Tapered muzzle lowered, curled towards his powerful chest with the complicated tightening of groups of seasoned muscle, face kissed with reality, his blackened gaze finds her own, breath holding a choking sigh, an aura of finality stretched taunt across his gentle facade. Lips parting with the sweet prodding of her strained voice, his voice rings deep and burning clear, the note brightly juicy and succulent, an immense amount of passion expelled from him at each touching word, smile ripped a little at the corners as if he had choked some upon giving up the vivacity of each.* Never The Less... it is a beautiful name. My name is Twisted Silver. *Delicate observations stroking her slick neck with cooling aloe, finding each and every burn that scarred her thin body, his heated gaze sings brilliantly clear, nothing able to hide what when on deep inside his buoyant mind, black eyes clear as a champagne flute, filled with precious liquid aged well beyond it’s appearance. But curiosity gets the better of his manners, mind still too raw to fully comprehend that there were others who hated life, others who feared it, had been plagued by demons, shrieking, swooping harpies of their past, haunting them with ever terrified step they took. Wondering what fire she had had to walk through even in her young age to bring about these wounds, his trim mouth finds sound once again.* What brings you here, on such a cold day? You seem... lonely. *Faltering for a moment, remembering how his father had taught him strict manners, he hesitates, the cold splash of words flickering on each wayward shaft of light coaxed from the rugged canopy of fresh leaves above them.* ... Forgive me ma’dame, I have forgotten my conduct... I am deeply sorry... *Beams of golden light breaking down in filtered ribbons, shivering and winking out with the hushed stir of wind, her picture tears away from the glass image imprinted in his mind as the only light finding her spins out and is gone, flickering out for just one terrifying moment; but the wind settles, she is back again with renewed sunlight, and each taut muscle relaxes in his powerful body - it was perfect, like a dance.*
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