Re: Hollow Moon [Fable]
Posted: 21 Aug 2015, 12:43
What was she doing?
It was the question that was running through her mind over and over, and yet she couldn’t seem to find an answer that was satisfactory. She had already had the argument with herself over the fact she had been nearly nude in the man’s bed – it wasn’t something she did often. Ever, really. Once the shock of what she had done earlier that night had worn off, she had begun to feel… remorse. Guilt. Shame. They twisted in her chest and settled like a rock in her gut. It was only his fingers in her hair that managed to soothe her, to cease the tears that burned her eyes. She was glad that he couldn’t see the shimmer in her gaze before she had a chance to blink them away, her head tipping into his surprisingly gentle caress.
“I do not mind, Fable. You may yell for me whenever you please. I will come for you,” she promised, before turning her stare back to her fingers splayed across his chest. It was such a strange connection that they shared. They were bonded in blood and death, and she knew that the relationship she shared with him was the strongest of all the bonds she’d forged in her life. How strange it was to think of life without someone and feel as if your heart was going to be shredded. Shaking her head, she gave a quiet chuckle and turned her fingers through the air absently, watching the way her nail polish glittered in the shadows of his room. “Hermits are the best of creatures. I would much prefer to remain hidden if I could, but alas, my course load requires me to venture into the real world daily.”
After a moment, however, she went quiet and listened to the words that fell in that comforting tenure, and shook her head. He thought she had the ability to risk everything? Hadn’t she done as much when she found herself at the mercy of their sire? Going quiet once again, she chewed on the inside of her lip before shaking her head at herself. None of it really mattered, did it? She wasn’t a woman that needed a relationship. She was independent. Her money was her own. Her apartment was her own. Her car, jewelry, clothes – all purchased with her own money. She worked her ample *** off daily at his shop while maintaining her own college courses – she didn’t need a man. It is not all about having someone to take care of you, Melody. You can take care of yourself – it is about finding someone to share your life with, someone to hold you when it storms or when you think you cannot go further. They offer you strength… that you cannot always possess on your own.
The words were soft as they brushed along her ear and spun into her mind, and she shook her head again. She had never felt that attraction, that need to be in a relationship. She viewed them as a pointless and dangerous pastime. Though, she had to admit that the more he spoke of the risk, with the awe in his voice, she felt a yearning in her heart. What would it be like to spend this life with someone at her side? Did she not have that connection with Fable? They were not together, of course, but she knew that he would offer her all of those thing and more - … is that what a relationship was? As the thoughts twisted and turned through her mind, she became so distracted that she didn’t notice he had stopped talking or that his voice had gotten even closer. It wasn’t until she felt his fingers against her jaw and her hair brushing over her cheek as her head tipped back that she noticed the look in his eyes.
Before she had a chance to speak, his lips were on hers, and she felt a shock. She didn’t move for the first second, but by the third she had gently pressed her fingers into his hair and leaned into the embrace to return it gently. When he pulled back to speak again, she stared at him for a long moment before chuckling quietly. “That was a rather large risk for you to take, Fable.” Those were the only words she formed, though there was an entirely different question on the tip of her tongue.
What in the world did that mean?
It was the question that was running through her mind over and over, and yet she couldn’t seem to find an answer that was satisfactory. She had already had the argument with herself over the fact she had been nearly nude in the man’s bed – it wasn’t something she did often. Ever, really. Once the shock of what she had done earlier that night had worn off, she had begun to feel… remorse. Guilt. Shame. They twisted in her chest and settled like a rock in her gut. It was only his fingers in her hair that managed to soothe her, to cease the tears that burned her eyes. She was glad that he couldn’t see the shimmer in her gaze before she had a chance to blink them away, her head tipping into his surprisingly gentle caress.
“I do not mind, Fable. You may yell for me whenever you please. I will come for you,” she promised, before turning her stare back to her fingers splayed across his chest. It was such a strange connection that they shared. They were bonded in blood and death, and she knew that the relationship she shared with him was the strongest of all the bonds she’d forged in her life. How strange it was to think of life without someone and feel as if your heart was going to be shredded. Shaking her head, she gave a quiet chuckle and turned her fingers through the air absently, watching the way her nail polish glittered in the shadows of his room. “Hermits are the best of creatures. I would much prefer to remain hidden if I could, but alas, my course load requires me to venture into the real world daily.”
After a moment, however, she went quiet and listened to the words that fell in that comforting tenure, and shook her head. He thought she had the ability to risk everything? Hadn’t she done as much when she found herself at the mercy of their sire? Going quiet once again, she chewed on the inside of her lip before shaking her head at herself. None of it really mattered, did it? She wasn’t a woman that needed a relationship. She was independent. Her money was her own. Her apartment was her own. Her car, jewelry, clothes – all purchased with her own money. She worked her ample *** off daily at his shop while maintaining her own college courses – she didn’t need a man. It is not all about having someone to take care of you, Melody. You can take care of yourself – it is about finding someone to share your life with, someone to hold you when it storms or when you think you cannot go further. They offer you strength… that you cannot always possess on your own.
The words were soft as they brushed along her ear and spun into her mind, and she shook her head again. She had never felt that attraction, that need to be in a relationship. She viewed them as a pointless and dangerous pastime. Though, she had to admit that the more he spoke of the risk, with the awe in his voice, she felt a yearning in her heart. What would it be like to spend this life with someone at her side? Did she not have that connection with Fable? They were not together, of course, but she knew that he would offer her all of those thing and more - … is that what a relationship was? As the thoughts twisted and turned through her mind, she became so distracted that she didn’t notice he had stopped talking or that his voice had gotten even closer. It wasn’t until she felt his fingers against her jaw and her hair brushing over her cheek as her head tipped back that she noticed the look in his eyes.
Before she had a chance to speak, his lips were on hers, and she felt a shock. She didn’t move for the first second, but by the third she had gently pressed her fingers into his hair and leaned into the embrace to return it gently. When he pulled back to speak again, she stared at him for a long moment before chuckling quietly. “That was a rather large risk for you to take, Fable.” Those were the only words she formed, though there was an entirely different question on the tip of her tongue.
What in the world did that mean?