Icon of Coil: midnight swim [sian]

July 28, 2002

midnight swim [sian]

[cont'd from a gift | atlantic city boardwalk]

and its one more day up in the canyon--
And its one more night in Hollywood.

Wolves travel in packs. Hunt in tactical units to bring down the most (nutritous) beneficial kill. She is not WITH asher--but generally nearby. The unseen roll of thunder behind his lightning smiles--she is actually on the beach now her pants slogging against the ebb and flow of water and the accumylation of damp sand at her tattered hems.

...its been so long since I've seen the Ocean..

Her thick black hair flies about her as she moves, so far removed from the image of a silken siren. Her viciousness worn as feral skin, another silken shawl to drap over Asian form, dripping like blood. Beautiful predator.

I wish you would.

**She steps back, wary about turning her back on the new allie. Slowly, carefully backing up to her protective circle of ghouls.**

"You have a nice night, now."

there is little heed paid as Dahlila backs into the sheltering circle of ghouls, perhaps it is a sign of his own confidence to merely stroll away, or something more, but that is a secret remaining only unto himself, the answer to her parting words only the absent wave of his hand

Her head turns as if she head a noise across the ocean's expanse and that pointed stroll-stalking-motion halts as her attention turns to asingle flickering image in the water black arms against the night slapping against water...

[Don't you know its DANGEROUS to swim at night?]

there's something by the water (the thunder rolling after lightning's crack) a monster lurking beside the black waves, a shark that has found its way to land.... and that now is what has Asher's attention, the mismatched eyes searching for what pulls him from the slatted wood to the sand's everchanging face, imprint of boots lost in the tides of time

he watches, on his approach, the serene calm before the storm, the (his) asian goddess worshipped by the waves that rush towards her feet

Water Runs.
Pours forward.

And she is halted from her prey thoughtfully watching his [...delicious..] dance against the water like a dog waiting for his dish to be filled and set down. Toungue slides against teeeth before she turns away--

Ever alert.

Her eyes moving towards (her) stalking predator.

something seen in the shadowed form pulls the slash of a smile wider (amused, enamoured) - something that does not disappear as he stops before her, this idol placed at the edge of the waves, momentarily listening to the sizzle of water retreating through the countless grains of sand though the laser focus of attention remains on the curved form before him

one arm curls, lifting, fingers extending to pull a wind whipped strand of hair from her eyes, returning it to its place tucked neatly behind an ear, throat rumbling in a near silent greeting almost lost in the soft crash of waves

Felt.

His communication hits her more potently than words and she having tormented him most of the week prior, twists once more allowing her form to crash (...we explode.) into his, teeth sinking into the curve of his neck even as she twists him toward the image that has caught her eye.

there is a moment of time (stolen) stopped as bodies crash (and intertwine) long arms circling to hold strong as steel curves to his chest, his breath escaping from impact as her lungs fill with the taste of his skin surrounding her teeth (breathing as if, indeed, they were one) only to allow his to fill once more with the scent of the sea woven through thick, black, avalanche of moist hair

a tremble screams through his muscles (overjoyed) held tight to hers, chin lifting, exposing his throat as skin stretches to the sharp attentions of flat teeth

"I am happy to see you, too, Sian......"

whispered in its (rapturous) moan

The million shades of torment.
[...indulge yourself.]

With him things seem to bleed over into each other, like cups of stagnant water overflowing. mplified and muted. his rapture to her torture, amplified. The single swimmer, muted. And it is when she finally draws blood she stop touge snaking a quick taste of him..

her lips pink with the stain as teeth draw back now emitting a silent (thunderous) roar.

nerves excite (indulged) a shockwave set off by the explosion of scarlet leaking through split skin (what's mine is yours), pleasure-hazed eyes lifted in a (mockery) observation of Luna so far above, absorbing silver laden light into the mismatched depths providing the open window to his dark, twisted soul

his body curls, lowering (supplicating), breath warm (worshipping) caress beneath her chin, followed by the smooth torture of lips brushing skin, feeling the silent (deafening) roar vibrating beneath bronzed flesh......

"What is it on your mind.... Sian...... tell me what you saw in the waves."

murmured, softly, against her throat, this small request

Nails drag against his skin leaving lustfilled lacerations where skin was previously unmarred. [..live through me and I swear--] and head twists away from him slowly eyes fixing once more of the midnight swimmer..

<I>Strange...
Sometimes, it feels like a horror movie.
...days.

A glance is is tossed to him, in invitation as she stalks toward the water his vitae drying against her flesh [--I would die for you.] Each movement ripples with decisive power as her stained wife bneater is pulled over her head and discarded in blowing sands. One of Kaj's belts pulled from well-worn courderoy pants allowing the oversized rags to fall away and down from the corded muscle and flow of legs pounding into the tides.

strong jaw trembles in wake of nails raking flesh into sculpted (welting) lines, as if his moan spoke incoherant words to her throat (to be killed by your affections), his eyes turning to cast themselves to sea once more, a lifecraft surging the tides towards the lone(ly) swimmer

"Oooooh....." a quiet (indulgent) breath "I see your game."

loose button-up and jeans joining her clothes in the sand, colorful kelp washed ashore to rot and die, the length of tanned skin slices the water (though not as deftly as she) in wake of the dragon intent on her prey

Slides through the water, her inky stained hair trailing after her a shining serpent against moon's kiss of light. Underwater- hurricane-submerged-tsunami-whirpool of corded limbs pulling against the tides, drawing bronzed skinned pedator closer. Slowly she rises to the surface of the water sliding about almond shaped eyes, miniature shaped rivers on [Desecrate.]Earth of her body.

Her prey so close.

And turns to regard Asher.

his path is slower, falling behind as the shark returns once more to sea, lingering near the surface, fighting the swell of waves as she so easily cuts through them so far below

and he is waiting, as she rises, this (his) kraken from the deep

smile twisting the curve of his lips, blond hair slicked against skull, the mismatched glance tilted - a green flag to release the hounds after the fox (play your game with me)

Submerge.
(...the vanishing...)

And she is gone again below waves and the slip-slide of rip-tide. She is gone. And then he feels it--the sharp tug ofiron grip yanking him below the water and dragging him out to sea...

Undertow?
(...far more insiduous.)

water is tread, steadily, easily, watching as she disappears beneath the blackened waves (with even darker intent) only when the swimmer also vanishes does he switch to follow - just to make sure the little fish doesn't get away

CRASH.

One struggling body is dragged underwater and collides with another before he is released to scramble-struggle-gasp toward the surface. The young woman's nails scamble against Asher as she gasp clasping onto the -uncertain-b swimmer's shoulders.

" Oh my--" Cough. Choke. Sputter. "FUCK .. something's down there, SOMETHING grabbed me."

as it did once before tonight, again that soft chuckle rolls like chilling fog across the black waters (thick, consuming - heartless) his hand reaching to comfort (grasp) the paniced woman, ready to carry her back to shore, lips a sacrosenct dance beside her ear

"Better you than me..."

fingers reach to knot in tangled hair, elements called to his whim, sustaining his own air as she's drug beneath the surface

Eyes widen to saucers pleading, panicked orbs of white black and Blue. Pulled beneath the surface as he hitches a ride. Water churns. Bubbles rise..

There is blood in the water.

there is blood on their hands

and soon a stillness on the waves, salty water splashes on his resurface, lungs filling with dry air when chest heaves, lifeless body kicked away, mismatched eyes search for his packmate

...floating...

bits of flesh float about her body like some macabre mobile-- visions of violence dancing through thier heads. Small fish have begun to gather about the water feeding on the debris that floats about them [Omega and the Alpha] and one wonders, if one had a penchant for such things, if the blood in the water would day bigger predators...

he knows not of true sharks lurking in the blackened waters, though is sure even they would be troubled by an ambush
"Return with me...."
not speaking of his edginess to be in the sea too long, and the bodies that will journey to land with the tide

Lazy.

Those sluggish motions through water (..so very like hair) as she pulls forward from her recline the water soundless with her easy action. The oil-slick cloud of hair following her as she moves.

the return to shore far faster than his journey to sea, the length of lean body folds to crouch (waves lapping at toes) to let the ocean's breath dry its salt from his skin
"Did you enjoy?"
murmured, softly, fingers reaching to bronzed skin as the (his) monster joins him, the orca (beached) to contemplate it's kill

Idly she picks her teeth lounged against the shone the water lapping at calved as the theighs and she curls forward, rippling muscles gleaming under wet and shine. Slanting eyes flicker to him and slowly head tuens to follow--her gaze is like a strike.

And [Very Much.] nods.

his eyes roam the display set before him, idle (lecherous) smile comfortable on his lips, though body stretches to reach for his clothes - knowing the beach is closed after dark, and it would not do well to be found by a patrol - hidden by the rocks buys them time, though he is unsure of how much (and an uneasiness strikes him)

[dress and wander off into the darkness]
Posted by asher at July 28, 2002 12:00 AM

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