Lost Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [2] ✓

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The water is vicious in the darkness.

Almost like someone had made it angry.

It snaps at the sharp rocks in it's clutches, making them bruise. Foam clogs it's veins, pushing the white bubbles onto the shore.

He closes his eyes and imagines himself down there.

In the crashing waves, being pushed underneath before rising back up gasping. The cycle in his head continues, a series of images that are accompanied with strangled breathing.

Without noticing, he leans towards the edge. His shoes squeak softly against the grass underneath his body, already worn from his many hours standing in the same place.

Behind him the leaves whistles and sing. Asking him if he's going to jump, and he wants to tell them 'no'  but can't find it in his vocal cords to make a sound.

A scorching arm wraps around his waist, and he leans into the touch. His fingers travel down the Adam's apple of his attacker and he smiles.

There's hot breath on his neck, like the male holding him wants to bite down. Deep down, he knows that he'd let him. His body thrums at the thought of sharp canines pressed into his jugular.

"It's dangerous," A smoky voice comments in his ear, a soft warning.

It's an attempt to get into his mind, to convince him that the waves are more dangerous than they appear. A soft laugh leaves his lips, and his attacker growls lowly and hugs him closer to his chest.

Back to chest. A shield covering him from the dangers of the woods.

As if he didn't already know that the worst predator is holding him close.

He leans his head backwards, resting his dark hair onto the warm shoulder, baring his neck. His attacker doesn't move towards the invitation, so he speaks.

"It'd only be dangerous," He breathes, voice wispy as he separates his words. "If you didn't come after me."

A rumbling begins in the chest pressed to his spine, and he grins brightly.

Lips touch against his own, and it's like the first time.

It's filled with intensity and he's gasping, opening his mouth wide for the intrusion.

This is something. This is something. This is something.
This is something. This is something. This is something.

The lips remove from his and he's gasping once more.

Eyes dilated and wrecked.

Slowly, he removes himself from the warm arms and jumps.

The waves aren't as scary as he thought.

Especially when arms reach in to pull him out again.