February 18, 2019, 03:16 PM
Ah, and there it was. As she turned to regard him, the rainbow of misleading colors basked bright in the helm of the daylight. Gingery cinnamon crafted a lazy whirl in the high plush of her near fathomless flint coat. Those petite toes were only just cleft in a brandish of ivory pristine enough to nearly appear her being held endearingly by the snow. It matched his own socks of white, and should they have children, surely this would run thick in his heirs. He couldn't decide what he wanted their appearance to be, and while he visually appreciated Daivya, every woman was a specimen to be analyzed completely. Especially in regards to making his children.
"I see nothing that would brighten my day any more than you, Daivya, so it is enjoyable, now." His charms were immaculate, his dolling of the women where it needed when it needed to be there. Everyone got high should he deem it appropriate. But one tarnish the young woman held was that slippery tongue. Distaste rolled up his throat, a bitter and tacky roil of unpleasure. Yet the only show of such a spite was the pause in the waves within those haunting blues of his. Had any of his brothers found her useless language irritating? It was secretive, as he knew no translations to her words. It was a weapon against his understanding, and he was not happy with his intellect being mocked by a pitiful foreign language. While his gait had slowed to confront her own, his sleekly maned crown tilted to pin the wench in place with a soft scrutiny. "Yet you try me with your veiled tongue- How do I know you do not insult me, Daivya?"
His baritones slipped a softer note, but their bass also softened, low, a dangerous depth to be alone with. It was a rivet of current that pulled the unlucky down and inhaled them until they were no more-
Unless they proved to not meant to be swallowed in the torment of psychological warfare he as endlessly able to easily provide. Those azures swifted to the lavender amethysts, all too willing to descern much more than she meant.
"I see nothing that would brighten my day any more than you, Daivya, so it is enjoyable, now." His charms were immaculate, his dolling of the women where it needed when it needed to be there. Everyone got high should he deem it appropriate. But one tarnish the young woman held was that slippery tongue. Distaste rolled up his throat, a bitter and tacky roil of unpleasure. Yet the only show of such a spite was the pause in the waves within those haunting blues of his. Had any of his brothers found her useless language irritating? It was secretive, as he knew no translations to her words. It was a weapon against his understanding, and he was not happy with his intellect being mocked by a pitiful foreign language. While his gait had slowed to confront her own, his sleekly maned crown tilted to pin the wench in place with a soft scrutiny. "Yet you try me with your veiled tongue- How do I know you do not insult me, Daivya?"
His baritones slipped a softer note, but their bass also softened, low, a dangerous depth to be alone with. It was a rivet of current that pulled the unlucky down and inhaled them until they were no more-
Unless they proved to not meant to be swallowed in the torment of psychological warfare he as endlessly able to easily provide. Those azures swifted to the lavender amethysts, all too willing to descern much more than she meant.
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RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Dawson - February 17, 2019, 11:00 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Daivya - February 18, 2019, 11:48 AM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Dawson - February 18, 2019, 03:16 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Daivya - February 18, 2019, 03:40 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Dawson - February 18, 2019, 04:01 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Daivya - February 18, 2019, 05:02 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Dawson - February 19, 2019, 11:30 AM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Daivya - February 20, 2019, 05:40 PM
RE: ☁ θολό ☁ - by Dawson - March 13, 2019, 12:20 PM