09-21-2023, 03:18 AM
The wall of music and noise seemed to fade away with each step she took, fading to nothing but the powerful vibrations that reverberated through her hypnotically.
At each step, he grew closer, filling her vision, the moon bright in the blackest of skies, light cold and soothing, tendrils that seeped into a world asleep.
He was the God of the Night made flesh and he opened himself up to her. His hands, shafts of moonlight, caressed her body without touching her, twisted and moved around her, always just out of reach.
And she lost herself in the dance, in the movement. Distant memory wondered at the Magiks woven tonight, wondered if her state was the play of this fallen angel as she had done to others.
For she understood that she did not care, in this moment. She only wanted him.
The movement and people pulsed as one, a sea of heat and want and thrist and hunger and release and anger and joy, water becoming waves becoming water in the crashing, order and disorder ebbing and swelling. A circle formed and she felt the coldness of dark as he entered its center, pulling all eyes to him.
She surpressed a flash of jealousy as he seemed to focus on the others, praying he not forget her.
He could not. No....could he? The darkness seemed to thicken around her as she forced herself to stillness, pushing away the noises until she lay safely in a cocoon, surrounded by a quiet that pressed on every side, watching him from a distance, heart safe.
The edges of her bubble vibrated, a feeling, not sound, spread along its surface, as if something had tried to push through. She watched him focusing arms and hands raises, as he communed with the beyond, and again the thru across her hiding place, more insistent.
She felt a tug at the corners of her mouth, wondering what it might be. Another, now, a deep basso that she felt in her core and somehow she could feel him, feel something pulling at her, needing her with want.
The walls shimmered down as she walked into the open space, walked passed her safety and into his dark beauty, surrendering herself to him.
At each step, he grew closer, filling her vision, the moon bright in the blackest of skies, light cold and soothing, tendrils that seeped into a world asleep.
He was the God of the Night made flesh and he opened himself up to her. His hands, shafts of moonlight, caressed her body without touching her, twisted and moved around her, always just out of reach.
And she lost herself in the dance, in the movement. Distant memory wondered at the Magiks woven tonight, wondered if her state was the play of this fallen angel as she had done to others.
For she understood that she did not care, in this moment. She only wanted him.
The movement and people pulsed as one, a sea of heat and want and thrist and hunger and release and anger and joy, water becoming waves becoming water in the crashing, order and disorder ebbing and swelling. A circle formed and she felt the coldness of dark as he entered its center, pulling all eyes to him.
She surpressed a flash of jealousy as he seemed to focus on the others, praying he not forget her.
He could not. No....could he? The darkness seemed to thicken around her as she forced herself to stillness, pushing away the noises until she lay safely in a cocoon, surrounded by a quiet that pressed on every side, watching him from a distance, heart safe.
The edges of her bubble vibrated, a feeling, not sound, spread along its surface, as if something had tried to push through. She watched him focusing arms and hands raises, as he communed with the beyond, and again the thru across her hiding place, more insistent.
She felt a tug at the corners of her mouth, wondering what it might be. Another, now, a deep basso that she felt in her core and somehow she could feel him, feel something pulling at her, needing her with want.
The walls shimmered down as she walked into the open space, walked passed her safety and into his dark beauty, surrendering herself to him.