Icon of Coil: one for every urge [sian]

October 01, 2002

one for every urge [sian]

[on the beach]

the small fire crackles (red/orange/yellow/white) before the Galliard set in repose across the beach (beige), reflecting (myriad) in his eyes (cerulean/navy) half lidded against the last vestiges of the setting (magenta) sun, high above, the houses (stonewashed) settle upon the shallow cliffs, snugly overcome by the heavy (charcoal) shadows creeping across the land as a malicious virus

his body soothed (amber) by the long swim
damp hair (dirty straw) clinging to scalp

breathing deeply the (gray) driftwood fumes

She remains in the water.
(...perils of the deep..)

Slanting eyes having surfaced only as hair floats weightless against water's crest and fold. Eventually the tides tug her to shore and she ermerges (...and emerges and emerges.) Water sliding down the unmarred lines of her form in tiny rivulets that pour (..do you think of blood instead) from the destruction she embodies.

All things must eventually pour from her, destructions leaves ony a trail behind. The sleek again steps onto the sand eyes sliding about the beach before the fix onto her packmate--and the slide commences again.

he is not as strong a swimmer as she (he is simply not as strong as she, at all) and had been waiting for the deep to finally bequeath destruction's queen into his world once more

his gaze only moves as her silhouette (midnight upon black) breaks the horizon (goddess. rising.) falling from the sky (icarus unbound) to cast themselves across her form (at her feet), unmarred, sleek

deadly

the corners of his lips tug into a smile, muscle flexing as his body (devotee) folds to sit (kneeling at her feet), thick towel (worship's offering) brought to his attention, held idly above his lap (held to lay upon her altar)
simply waiting
he would always wait for her

Oh but stronger in other way (..where muscles and rage have failed me I turn to Loki himself) On her knees ankles now coated in sand as she lifts the towel ( so commanded) ripping the fluffy thing in half and rest one half to him (..to the greater in station) her elder-brother-lover-teacher-student she takes her half and drags its across steel inspired form.

Oh the Father has made me in his image.
(..a vision of his very scale.)

gravity bends to his will, weight stretching foreward to shift from ankles to knees digging into the sand, straddling her ankles (the greatest in sublimation) fingers splayed as spiders across her skin to force the towel into lapping the sea's briny sweat from her thighs

a pleasure found in how it's scent mixes (weaves, inspires) with hers
light and dark eyes lifting to the moon's dawning glow across feature's smooth curves

[..... you enjoyed your swim....]

Twists closer (..oh serpent that your coil might instruct.) her own form tempered only but its reluctance to have done with that which can not be undone. (...fragile perfection is.) Still bruises, still marrs, as it stretches closer. Unavoidable as a reapers scythe--though halted against treasure most prized.

Lips move [..the will not find our masterpiece for days.] but not a sound is birthed.

indulgence
the lean to twist closer, lips parting (playful) as breath leaks to spill on undried skin (a game) raising gooseflesh beneath the almost touch, wiping it away with terrycloth softness against skinsheathed steel

[.... better that way ....]

Rumbles (disappointment?)

Every serial killer wants to be found--to be praised or reviled (..its all the same) for thier dilligent part. Stretches against him game the slippery slope of his attention only to turn away gaze to the ocean.

[..we should do something bigger.]

Its not a word but a feeling, their communication shared on;y between the pair pre-human interation that was not quite feral but insiduously carnal just the same.

he need not hear it
he can scent it
he can feel it
her desires thrumming their contact of skin, arm draped loosely around her (to never confine) as if itself a telegraph line between Sodom and Gomorrah, the quiet sound near silent in its rumble against her back could only be a soft, soft (purring) laugh

the longer the find, the colder the trail
no. loose. ends.
but still a masterpiece therein

[..... tell me more .....]

Turns back toward his invitation, ever the riding hood to wolfen grandma's house. (..your sicksness heals me.) Sinking in her brusing touch demanding more that what was had.

Always more.

[...a string of deaths. A massacre.]

more
always.... more

(I demand everything..... indulge me)

his pleasure fountaining another roiling sound meant only for her (always for her) fingers stroking (tangling) in wet obsidian strands

[..... where to begin.....]

coyly smiled against her skin
the mind exciting the body
the brain exciting the beast

["A death for every urge."]

Her whisper rolls against his ear trembling as he might at the thought of such perfect sacrafice.

his jaw stretches in arch against her breath
moan replacing the soft purr

[.... a death by every urge....]

bodies flipping
hers lain against the sand, spread beneath his (weaker) strength, skin warmed by fire (blazing from within) kissing inch by muscle covered inch, his tongue reaches to slide (slice) along her jaw, over her chin

"With whom shall we begin....."

silken whisper across lips

Words.
(...she's always hated.)
Never sounded as sweet.

the growl that erupts from her rumbles fire to match his own; carefully tended so as not to break (..fragile perfection.) or tear and yet her very nature belied studious intent. Skin tears, muscles bruised as she pushes and pulls at his form from below. (Indulged child.) Mouth opens wide to bare (hardly) harmless human teeth as head whips down to devours the sensitive skin of his ear.

Indulgence
Destruction.

["..Indulgence."]
A tree grows--its bears strange fruit.

"Yeeeesss....."

trembling (earthquake seeking a building) beneath the (loving) assault,
flat teeth across curved skin
female against male
notch against nitche
the twin destroyers become one

cultivating the seed of her madness
only a heavy-lidded glance supports his query

where

Casino?
NightClub?
Bar?

She is not sure, but he will find the first prey without pause, Khaaloobh will see what they, mere vessels, do not. And, having finished the phyical promise of carnage unfertile seed to burning lands--the move off down the beach...
Posted by asher at October 01, 2002 12:00 AM

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