dragons in their
•∞•
"I never noticed this," he said, punctuating his words with the sly trail of his fingers on her skin. It made her tremble, which didn't go unfelt by him. "It suits you, doesn't it?"
She tugged her maroon shirt down, it haven ridden up slightly as she reached for the bag down by her feet. "I got it a while back. For my eighteenth, I think."
He leaned his elbows on the car steering wheel, gazed as she licked the remainder of their night's dine out from her fingers. "What does it mean for you?"
She shrugged, chowing on a french fry. "Power. Dominance. Fury. Being badass. Taking my first stand as an adult, my fading memoir to my teenage days. Whichever."
He hesitantly picked up her cloth with a nimble grip, asking for permission to catch the tattoo stained into her side. She gave him an imperceptible nod, silently accepting his curiosity. It still did not sate when the full force of flames and fire and red appeared on her flesh, making way to a long, meticulously scaled red dragon.
It was so her — with the bleeding destruction licking tangles of verve around her ribs, thick and undulated, along with black ribbons indenting into her spine. The dragon robbed his speech and stole her innocence, reinstating that she was more than any tangible legend.
And like a dragon, she burned him with her intensity (but he does not mind having his bones rot from her vigour, for he had become ashes encrusted in her saga).
"It's breathtaking," he breathed, because it truly was. "You are legendary, my princess."
She smiled, and the inferno was hackling the ambers of her pupils, dancing under the streetlights.
"You've got it wrong there. I'm no princess," she said, and she had a star igniting her soul, whispering dirty secrets of the universe into her throat. "I'm the dragon. A beast that flies with a wingspan of the world's circumference, with the agility of clouds, and has the passion of magma."
She was a dragon, all mystical and beastly; a girl fighting other demons with her very own.
•∞•
This... might be a potential idea for a new fantasy book. Who knows?
[Your support will always mean so much to me!].
YOU ARE READING
We Are Bulletproof | 2
PoesiaArm yourselves with the armour of your strength, and nothing, not even death, can pierce it. | © 2016 Sarena Akhter.