Porcupine Ridge seven spider eyes, for every day of the week [mtr.]

it seeps forth an unstoppable force, wrapping tender claws around her motionless being and growing in intensity until one might fear it may crush her to death. yet it appears to have the opposite affect on the seraphic fae as the sluggish thud of her heart grows quicker; sending forth a rush of hot, liquid life to fill iced veins as ears swivel back to catch the soft sound of each footfall. the air twists closer still so that she struggles to inhale past the palpable awakening of the death around her. eyes do no shift, sharp in their darkness as they fix stubbornly towards the vale. sounds, at that moment it is enough as she focuses on his approach. He, Aries. icy fingers trail up her spine at the proximity until finally; 

“are we always going to meet like this?”

the faintest of smiles trace her delicate muzzle, gaze still refusing to grace him with the intensity of her frigid glare. yet more for her own benefit than his, she must not let herself indulge too wholly in what stands by her for fear that in such a state she could not hold back from overdosing. instead, she focuses on his scent now; nostrils flaring to take in every little bit of him. smoky and earthy yet now tinged with the sharp air that whipped cruelly through the brazen rocks that protruded from the earth to claw tirelessly towards the expanse above. rosencrantz had uttered such a similar greeting only days previous and the soldier finds herself momentarily stuck on that. oddly, it is thoughts of the honey eyed soldier that draws her gaze to finally give in to what it sought and dance precariously across his frustratingly debonair features. 

wordlessly, for it seemed the two reigned supreme in the art of electric silence, tundra gathered paws beneath her small frame and stood in one fluid movement to face him. the air cradled them now in an embrace that tundra could not decipher as warm or cold; it resembles the level of intense heat that sears you so bad that there is a moment where you believe to be chilled before it does its full damage. another trepidatious shiver runs unwelcomed along her spine as she takes in the sharpness of those icy orbs once more; drinking them in with such intense greed that she is surprised she does not swoon. lips part as a salmon tongue runs slowly over pearly fangs before murmuring with lilting smoothness; "no it seems you're destined to trail hopelessly after me for the rest of your days"

his presence makes her feel more like herself than she could recall feeling in a long time. no less than the thrill she sought to feel when in the thick of battle; aries' mere presence acted as a drug in itself. doubts and frustrations at what her life had become could fall away when she stood before her starborn temptation; there was no future or past at that moment; simply the present. yet she was not quite so stoic as before perhaps, too many shattered walls to ever remain quite the same and perhaps that is why she goes on to break the silence once more with a throaty purr; "aries" eyes flash, daring him.