lust
• noun: lust
1. very strong sexual desire.
"he knew that his lust for her had returned"
•verb: lust
a passionate desire for something.
She want haunted and hunted. Lost forever in a spiral of grief and sorrow.
(Previously known as the story Re...
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The young dark haired girl bounced ontop of her mattress, her locks falling around her like waves of dark chocolate. Her father with equally dark hair which was peppered with strands of white that showed his age came inside the little girl's bedroom, silently chuckling at the sight of his rambunctious daughter who was up past her bedtime.
"Alright, in bed with you little one." He hushed his daughter down on the bed.
She gave him a whine of defeat, not wanting to waste the night away sleeping. "But papa, I'm not tired!" She yawned.
Her father laughed at her and tucked her inside of the comfort of her blankets, sitting next to his daughter on the bed. His calloused hand reached to stroke her soft cheeks which were slightly flushed from her little excercise of jumping. His thumb stroked the smooth skin with the pad of his thumb affectionately.
"Well, Sir Pickles is tired." He reached for the stuffed white bunny with an eye missing. Why his daughter named her stuffed toy Sir Pickles was a mystery to him. But she insisted on the odd name. Her parents gave eachother weary looks the day she declared it's name, but never rejected their daughter's decision.
The girl brought her bunny under the covers with her, holding it close to her chest. She surpressed a yawn, failing miserably. Her green eyes watered from the yawn, her young hand reached up to rub the tears and sleep from them. She was trying to fight the inevitable that was creeping up sooner than she wished. Her father reached down and gave her a chaste kiss to her forehead getting ready to leave, but she wasn't going to bed just yet.
"Papa, can you tell me the story that grandpa told you about again?" The older man rolled his eyes at his offspring, knowing full well she was stalling. A smirked played across his face. Who could say no to that face? His daughter played a dangerous game and knew she wins just about every time.
"Again? I just told you that story two nights ago?"
She blinked at her elder and nodded, a look of triumph on her face. She knew she won.
He gave a sigh, "Alright."
He laid down next to her, hanging his boots at the end of the bed. The burnette squeled in delight. She could hear this story all the time and never get tired of it. In a way she felt like she knew the women. Like she had met her in her dreams. She almost looked up to her, and longed she could be half of the women her father told her about. The older man rested his head on his hand knowing full well that he was going to be there for awhile.
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The night was darker then any, not a single star in the sky. My clothes and hair clung to me like a second skin as the rain pelted down on the cobbles beneath my feet.
