Venga
Zeta of Bright Moon
My mismatched lanterns never left the sleeping form. Though I realized pretty soon that he wasn't sleeping at all. His breathing changed, became too calm. His audits raised with the music of my voice. Then it happened, his lids slid away from the orbs beneath. Grass green and sky blue pools looked out into deep, gloomy blues. The word 'beautiful' nearly left my lips, but no, I would be more careful than that. The growl he emitted added a nice touch to my vocals. A slight smile ghosted upon my dark kissers, seeming nearly like a smirk. Then the rumble of his voice, chanting a question, drifted to my perked sandy towers. My orifice parted, revealing white ivories. My vocals echoed in the cavern, soft but not shy or scared.
Venga. And yourself ? By the way, you didn't answer my question. Very impolite.
The last statement was infused with a playful tone. Though I was trying to keep things light, my voice was overcast with the deep weariness my bodice felt. It weighed me down but still my head was held high though my honey frame stayed laying, defeated. My cranium cocked to the left just a bit, matching the inquisition my labias uttered. The only reason I pushed for an answer was that I saw it in his murky lookers. As soon as he had heard me ask, his song played behind those moist spheres of his. It had me curious. It would tell a lot about him just as I supposed mine had. That wasn't the reason, though, for me wanting to find out. I was drawn to him. He was cold, heartless, mean, solitary, and even a touch selfish. That much I could tell already, but now I wanted to know more. There was something deeper than the nasty brute on the surface. Naturally, I let my curiosity drive me to want to find out. The pull was irresistible.
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