It was the longest ten minutes of his life, and in it Neil decided that Regina was a fucking liar--she hadn't slept with a dragon, she was the dragon. Or maybe she made such beautiful fireballs because she was fire, the way every scrape of nails scorched his skin, every kiss charred his lips...
But then she'd whisper in his ear, some filthy promise or carnal wish she had--and that was the seduction that stalked him all his life. That was the fire and magic in his blood, caressing his veins, sparks dancing through tissue, the corona that surrounded his body and made beautiful promises of hearth and freedom and light if he would only let it out, let it play, let it dance across the world and feed until smoke and ash were all that remained.
She tore at his control with silken talons, and danced away from him every time he was about to let go--safer than the fire, softer than the dragon, madness and hunger and sin wrapped up in sparkling shadow eyes and moonlit skin.
By the time they reached the inn, he was watching her every movement like a predator on the hunt just to keep hold of his senses as she led the way towards her room.
He could think of nothing else but shadow and moonlight, and the sweet taste of dragon fire he would find on her skin the moment the door shut behind him.
Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
But then she'd whisper in his ear, some filthy promise or carnal wish she had--and that was the seduction that stalked him all his life. That was the fire and magic in his blood, caressing his veins, sparks dancing through tissue, the corona that surrounded his body and made beautiful promises of hearth and freedom and light if he would only let it out, let it play, let it dance across the world and feed until smoke and ash were all that remained.
She tore at his control with silken talons, and danced away from him every time he was about to let go--safer than the fire, softer than the dragon, madness and hunger and sin wrapped up in sparkling shadow eyes and moonlit skin.
By the time they reached the inn, he was watching her every movement like a predator on the hunt just to keep hold of his senses as she led the way towards her room.
He could think of nothing else but shadow and moonlight, and the sweet taste of dragon fire he would find on her skin the moment the door shut behind him.