Natalya
she's a killer, she's a keeper
I find that I cannot cease the easy smile forming on my lips, the motion a showing of true happiness as I look to him across our dining area. It is so beautiful in this spot, and I wonder again if he has ever given – I cut the thought short. I will not let her have everything, not when she is not even present. I simply hope that this is not spurred by loneliness not caused by me. I keep his gaze as I take the first bite of the tender lamb before me. Pupils dilating as the tender flavor of the meat soaked against my tongue, a soft moan escaping at the taste of it. My eye lids float down, half shielding the yellow of my eyes.

I wish to rip an brutalize the meal before me, such is my hunger. Though, I am beginning to believe there is only one cure for this hunger within me. My soul is hungry, my heart. I have my opportunity, but I will not spoil anything with talk of the past or the future. I lift my head and give Devil a smirk, bloodied fangs parting to allow my voice to slip free of my throat. ”This is delightful, Devil” I note the hungry way he looks at me, I have seen that in his gaze since I met him. There has always been this hunger, and it has always matched mine for intensity.

Something tells me there is more to this little date, and I cannot help but find some charm still left in my imprint yet. I finish my meal, licking my lips as I stand and move to him, simply laying next to him and waiting should he not be finished with his. I lay my head against his back, taking more and more liberties, slowly breaking from the concrete barrier I erected for contact such as this. I find freedom in letting go, and just as I occasionally leap from cliffs, so I leap yet again. I am content to simply lay here feeling his body beneath my head, one thought repeatedly circling my mind. This is how it should have been all along. This is what I have been missing.