Post by Tiw Fenris on Oct 12, 2010 15:20:50 GMT -5
like flecks of SUNLiGHT
[/size]in your eyes;[/color]
fall was always left in your eyes,
like the twilight. [/center]
[/size]Slight breath inhale. A light exhale. Continue to feed the lungs with atmosphere, but all in moderation for excessiveness in movement may trigger some cantankerous explosion - a flying limb? Though it was highly unlikely that the poor excuse for a crevice would be so accommodating; it pressed her closer to the other unwilling woman, but hardly was there a choice. If only it was a different situation from gardens wrought with weed and twines of an aged vineyard... to be alone in such circumstances was quite ideal. As the blocks of stone and cinder shook under the abuse of storms and fire, the separate walls seemed to yearn for the other rocking dangerously closer, squashing her closer yet. And dare a finger be placed on a fluttering heart beat that was not of its own flesh?
Shoot the arrow and land it squared away, perfectly perpendicular to the board, target, tree, sack of hay... whatever may suit thy fancy. But why land it? Why flirt with the possibility of drawing an arced pathway, the probability of the shaft angled downwards or upwards - or not at all for the matter - and not hit?! It was far easier to shove a foot into the dummied victim and call “alas! I have hit!” And it was what Tiw sought to do: to conflate the purpose with the action and do something simple, to toss all wishy-washy frenzies to the beast with gnashing jaws that waited at the bottom of some ocean.
But how it was simpler to have a thought be wrought up from clouds and feathers than to bring mystics to life. The morbid storm cloud that clung to Yuuki’s visage was none too miraculous; it was quite expected as was the deadpan return. Not long after, a pout with a slight protrusion of the bottom lip tarried its way onto Tiw’s countenance. She didn’t mean any harm, after all. And why must the other be so... so... serious? It wasn’t as if-- a whistle of flame jetted passed the cubby hole. Blinking, Tiw struggled to bring an index finger to her lips, effectively ignoring Yuuki’s following accusation. “Sorry, sunshine.”
A bursting crack of lightening streaked dangerously near, followed closely by a low rumble vibrating against her back. The sudden sensations caused look - what was that? With an arced neck and jerk to see through the opening something had brushed oh-so faintly against her lips. Teal eyes widened in a recognition of trouble. A cheek. Oh, Goddesses please let it be a cheek...or a chin or a jaw or better yet - a piece of cloth! Let it not be ... lips. A heated streak of red burned her face drawing a trail down to her neck as a choked voice tumbled forth. “Uh...uh. I uh...You stay here, sunshine!” Ice refused to meet fire. “I’ll come get you when they’re gone.”
With a final incoherent mutter, Tiw managed to squirm away and out from the pathetic crack - to bolt in the direction of flying fire balls and streaming lightening to self punish for something too improper. But in realization that the letter was a crumpled mess in her palms, she bounded back to thrust it towards her companion with a bow. “Sorry...for the - the- ... that.” Whether that referred to the letter or the inadvertent physical blunder, she had not the time to consider and leapt off into the fray with a pinch too much exuberance.