are the dead really silent?
Every movement she made bathed me in pleasure. I knew her happiness, I could feel the ease in which she laid next to me and her contentment with my presence. It brought me to a place of balance and peace. Everything was right. If I had not known better I would have been convinced that I had crossed the veil and stepped into the world of Summerland. She dropped herself closer to me and I inhaled everything that was her, surrounding and filling myself with all that was her. Deep within her I can feel a sense of foreboding, it stirs fear within me. Please, no… I would never hurt her.
I look at her, confused by her words. “I have not shown you affection, only respect.” I need. I fear. I cannot lose her. Carefully, slowly, I give in to my desire and lift myself just barely off the ground. I move closer to her, touching my nose gently to her cheek before running it down the side of her face to the rough of her neck. My body trembles and I feel like a pup lost in the world, confused once more by the wonders of nature around me. But I close my eyes and I trust in fate and gently press my face into her long fur. “This is affection.”
A soft chuckle rolls from my chest and I hesitantly pull away from the goddess I have found. “Denying fate will only serve to turn it against us. Why displease the gods when they seem to have been so kind?” She nipped at me, my body groans with pleasure at her attention. I would follow her to the ends of the world for another touch. I smile at her and bow my head. “So long as you are the happier. I will take Solstice home, and come to Asteria.” I promise, nudging my tired daughter and her rabbit friend into motion.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |