Icon of Coil: music of the spears [bianca]

August 05, 2002

music of the spears [bianca]

[atlantic city boardwalk]

the waves sooth a racous (rhythmic) symphony beneath the deck of the pier - too late to fish, too late to surf - very few remain on this arm reaching into the ocean's depths

save one

save the Galliard

mismatched eyes watch the swell (ebb, and flow) of these waters, idly contemplating the monsters that lurk in wet darkness, if another victim will swim (wash) onto shore, open shirt flapping in the light surface breeze, ends dancing around hips

::Satiated. Dinner found and remains....disposed off (offering to the goddess) the too-thin waif prowls the boardwalk for something to keep her occupied until Asher (beloved deity) should wish her presense again (..rapture..).. hands tucked into pockets of her jeans, tightightight halter of leather clinging to every (writhing mumbling) curve as dark eyes lined with khol drag over the few other occupants that she passes::

those eyes close, half-mast, relaxing beneath the cool wash of breeze (scenting the Father's corruption contained within, the traces that begin to slowly multiply and grow.... sewage.... pollution..... stagnant rot) weight supported with assistance from the railing beneath long arms

he listens

to that chaotic chorus washing beneath boots, lips curling into half (amused) smile to the notes tickling across senses

::Dark eyes eventually rest on lithe form draped against railing in enjoyable repose, and lips curl into a smile, brief (..hopeful..) as steps alter to carry her toward him, hesitating just a bit behind him, before she slips up to the railing, slender fingers wrapping around as she gazes adoringly on the amused smile, her voice soft so as not to disturb, ready to retreat should it prove necessary::
"Hi, Asher.."
::beloved::

there are many long moments before the opus ends beneath him, several more taken savoring echoing clash (destruction) through his mind..... and only then does his attention stray towards this new companion, that gaze holding her (lifting her as if upon feathered wings) in silent contemplation

"Hello, Bianca."

words curling strange smile of his lips (passion or murder)

::Her smile widens (..she was not sent away..) and fingers tighten on the railing, before she lifts herself to sit, straddling the railing and watching him (..eyes only for you..) before turning her gaze to the water below, almost timidly shy now that she has gained his favor (..though a tiny bit disappointed the nickname was not repeated, vows made to see that it crosses his lips in affection tonight..)::

she earned it once, his game to make her earn it again (his affection her reward) probation remaining until Kaj'sha approves, glance gathering the warm glow in pale (gaunt) skin that is from far more than his attentions

"Have you been enjoying your night?"

::She smiles, and nods, patting slightly rounded belly.::
"Finished dinner, and was just out for a walk. I like it here."
::all the better for the chance to prove worthy for you::
"what were you watching down below?"
::curious, as eyes linger on water still...::

his own smile widens (coy.... tempting.... dare you lean out far enough to see...) head tilting back towards the waters (swirling so darkly) below

"The music of the spears."

::a dare that would be willingly taken if he but voiced his wish, though even so she leans farther, and listens as if she could hear the song by wish alone, though she returns her gaze to him, and questions - quietly, so as not to incur his wrath by the willingness to learn by daring to ask::
"Spears?"

softly, matching the tiny inquiry of her tones

"You cannot see them?"

brow arching in slight surprise, a step brings him behind her (the predator stalking the prey) arm sweeping around her belly, gathering (thin, fevered) form against muscled (bare) chest - the free hand slides beneath and lifts hers (two limbs twined like snakes) to point towards the waters below

"If you listen, you can see where they are..." whispered (hotly, excitedly) against her ear "..... the spears from the ocean that waveride to pierce the land."

::She is unsure (she is young) but the touch of his arm against fevered belly, the press of her back against bare skin pulling a soft (exhultant) moan from her lips as limbs entwine.. gaze heavily lidded for a mere second that speaks of the (ecstasy) delight his touch brings, before she follows the point of his (their) arms.. head tilts a touch into (hot, excited) whisper as she listens, and watches below so carefully, so fully, until she gathers what he means and understanding dawns.. in hushed reverences whispered::
"I hear."
::something, everything, (redemption found in touch that shows the sound)::

"Do you?"

the sound chortled, thickly, quietly against her skin, seduction's purr rumbling beneath soft words

"So tell me...... now..... what is it you see....."

::A trembling moan as the purr rumbles against her skin, ignoring the writhe and mumble of words still tightly bound, her eyes closing briefly before intent study of the waves below begins anew.. listening carefully, watching, learning before she lowers their figners a touch and points..::
"There, and there... you can see where it eats at the sand with grabbling fingers, slicing it's way again and again as they ride the waves...The spears, they eat a the earth with each crashing slice...::

"Yeeeesssss."

the smile grows, once more, pleasure rising (a warm flow) at how quickly she proves to learn

"The spears are the Father's legions within the oceans..... dragging Gaia backwards through her evolution and into the waters once more in a slow, but constant, destructive dance..... even the pier we stand on will one day be consumed by the Destroyer...."

::his pleasure warms her completely and she curls back nto him to bask in the glow of his teaching, her smile proud, (yet still holding that constant willingness to absorb all he can teach) soft as she nods her understanding, eyes locked still on the war waged below them, breathing a soft::
"It is beautiful..."

the sound works in his throat to vibrate against her skin

"In order to be reborn..... we must first be destroyed...... all working to weave a tapestry which then unravels..... only to be built again. That, SnakeEyes..... is final victory...... and we will be the ones left standing as the new world is reborn at our feet."

his hand withdraws (fingers tracing her arm, where talons buried in exposed muscle now covered in smooth skin) lifting to trail through her hair

"And you will useful long enough to stand with us..... yes?"

::Again, the soft thrilled sigh that she earned this name he has given to her, eyes closing under his caresses (remembered talons pricklingtease against memory and skin ripples in invitation) until she tips her head into his touch, seeking mismatched gaze with a proud smile.::
"I will stand at your side when the earth is reborn - I would have it no other way, Asher"
::his name breathed with the religious ecstasy of the sealot who has been blessed by the father himself::

"Gooood girl."

talons curving against her skull a gift for her accomplishment (an idle contemplation he knows what it looks like beneath her skin, unlike so many others he's just imagined)

"Keep an eye on those that play on the Boardwalk..... see if you can find something interesting or useful as a gift for Kaj'sha when you meet him, hm?"

::she moans under the tease of talons, then nods, with an eager smile - to please him by pleasing pack, she will watch for hours for the perfect gift brought by the Spears for the Alpha..::
"yes Sir, I will"

the (tempting, torturous) smile grows wider on his lips (approval) strength of sharp claws drawing welts on the crest of her scalp though his affection remains hidden by her hair

touch lingering, then draws away, lean form disappearing into the (welcoming) night
Posted by asher at August 05, 2002 12:00 AM

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