circumspector: (( listening ) » I've lived my life)
a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote 2016-07-31 09:36 am (UTC)

[ She has seen when lava hits the sea, how it turns to stone and utter stilled captured moments and she feels the same - frozen in place. She cannot stand the word, oh it hurts, it hurts, she cannot associate it with anything good, only being trapped, confined. ]

( I can't say it, I'm sorry - )

[ But she can give it all the same. Her head turns into the kiss and it's as soft as she's given. Leaning forward and closes her eyes. The breath she pulls in is thready and rattles in her chest like the birds that roosted there had taken flight. Tossed up and about inside of her as she leans in close.

A first kiss, she realises, and she thanks the hive over again for the things she never thought to have. Had deadened herself to. It doesn't feel like when she felt spiking heat flood her when she looked at Lexa. Embarrassed and overly aware. This was holding something sugary and sharp in her mouth and being overwhelmed with it. The high, high note of the connection that comes with close contact and she cannot imagine being closer except too close again.
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