STORM
A man is staring hard in thought at the pearl counter of his white bedroom. He smashes a firm palm on top the counter that rattles the mirror dangerously, which he takes no notice of. A spark of light blue static leaps from finger to finger into his wrist as his hand shakes in frustration. The tan skin on his radiant back tightens and slides over the muscles in him as he rocks on his shoulders in annoyance. 'Where has it gone?' "Wife, do not vex me." Groans the curly blonde haired brute, in awareness of her ghost blue eyes.
"I am not the root of this! You target me, though I know not where you have lost my band." A mud skin beauty sniffles from the head of their bed, fidgeting feverishly with the silk fabric of the skewed sheets. "Instead of cursing me with your loathsome growls, perhaps you could be searching for the expendable symbol of our union!" Her bell like voice pitches. A shadow cascades from her figure, staining the bed and its sheets a hue of navy.
"When have I ever denounced our soul ties?!" He whirls around in a burst of static, stale lips turned up in disgust as if his wife's head morphed into that of a beast of the earth. "Silence yourself." He commands. Her husband stares menacingly, piercing her stricken heart with marble blue eyes as red hot as molten lava. "I must remember.."
Her heart thumps painfully behind a heaving breast. 'If I were not a woman I would battle my husband.' She roars boldly in her mind. 'I would fight him for a moment to show my dominance and force him to submit to my will.' She pulls stray strands of ghost blue hair from her soaked cheeks and matted eye lashes before carefully stepping from her place. 'He will listen and do as I wish how I instruct. Then he will have a clear mind by my guidance. Only then will my soul tie be found.' With each step a navy foot print fallows and fades in the white wool carpet. It has already begun to drizzle over her distressed head to her husbands disliking.
Timidly, "Why even remove it from your person? It will not be in any danger from anything.. You know this." She utters in the slightest breath, so he might not get furious at her speaking besides his order, because her voice is not abrasive but minuscule.
"I know this is my doing for releasing myself-." He beings acceptance, avoiding her presence.
"Is my love for you a confinement you must sometimes escape?" An astonished whisper tumbles from the woman's gaping lips. When her husband does not acknowledge her, she then concludes the truth he is contemplating revealing to her sensitive self. "Lightnous? Is my love not what you desire any longer?"
"That is not silent." He points a hard finger her direction to intimidate her into his submission. Out of shear frustration from the silent truths she screams. Heavy rain pelts the torn two in harsh bullets. Lightnous seizes her by her arm and tosses her away from him onto their bed. "Why do you torment me Khlowd?!" He punches the mirror behind him with a fist full of lightning.
"I?!" She shrieks. "It is you who ails me!" She rolls over into a mess of pillows and begins to throw them at her husband. Though the fluff does not hurt him physically with each pelt he becomes more and more furious.
In a flash he is on her, finger prints engraved in her skin as he shakes her viciously. "You will cease this madness!"
"That hurts!" She screams, struggling though with her protesting her skin seems as if it will burst like a bubble from his pinching. To her relief, he removes his hands from her arms only to replace it on her cheek.
Lightnous finds himself in the quiet he only wanted from the beginning. His heart trembles at the sight of his stricken wife, her navy hair spiraled out behind her, the cheek he hit upturned and plump with irritated flesh.. Her beautiful eyes shut to him like her heart will soon follow.
How could he?
None of that now. He must find his irrelevant band so his wife will remain happy in his bed without protest.. What a curse the devotion of a woman can be when you user yourself into her heart. Especially when you wish, such as Lightnous, just for the pleasure and excitement of hollow love.
Wedding Khlowd was no mistake. Her grace and beauty goes unmatched in earth, and a moment too late another would have sealed her away from his grasp.
She is all he desires but more. Her love for him is profound and abundant. She is not only his mate but his loving wife, understanding sister, nurturing mother, and devoted friend- all of the things a pleaser does not wish to be entangled with.
But again, none of that now. He must find that band.
