For the record: that was the most disturbing scar I had witnessed to date. Not because it is related to the manifestation of the unnatural wings of Bracken, but because of its shape oscillate as if it were a reflection in water. In addition his appearance resembled that of a tattoo instead of a scar.
My eyes met his in a fraction of a second, the suffering in them broke my heart into a thousand pieces. The words were unnecessary, the emotions expressed themselves through his intense orbs.
The crackling of the flames in the fireplace tried to lighten the situation. The orange luminescence spilled over the dark plumage of being in front of me, its wings rising slightly. His body language showed discomfort, I could not avoid the waves of shame that attacked me.
Excellent, Kendra, you had to scrutinize him as if he were an endangered species! My mind would scold me as I looked away to hide my blush.
"I'm sorry." I heard a sigh of relief. "It was not my intention to bother you, it's just that ..." I bit my lower lip as I returned my field of vision to the half-naked man in my living room. "What the hell, you have wings, a scar that looks like a tattoo and you look older! I can not keep my composure close to you! " I opened my eyes wide. I covered my mouth, but it was too late. Why had I had to say that?
His deep, raspy laughter filled my ears, a delight for my senses. I gaped at him, sensing the violent ardor in my cheeks, I was dying of shame. He tilted his head from left to right, still laughing, before approaching me.
I tried to get away, but I found him sitting next to me. His profiled nose brushing mine, his indigo spheres piercing like a pair of spears in mine's. Our breaths converged, causing a pleasant tingling in my cheekbones. His hand stroked the right one with devotion.
"Kendra, you have no idea how happy I am to hear those words come out from your lips." The left corner of his lip turned into a half smile. The tenderness with which he watched me melted any sense of bitterness toward him inside me. "The year we shared, was undoubtedly the best one of my long life. I wanted to start things right with you: court you, meet your family, go out on adventures with you, wait the years until you were old enough to marry". He looked down with his face. "Ask your hand to your father, marry in a beautiful ceremony, build a house, move together, help you with your studies if you wanted to acquire a career, learn to behave like a human being if you decided to move to the city, maybe have a pair of children" the sweetness of his tone increased the feeling of warmth in my chest", and maybe find a way to make you become immortal or to persevere at your side until the last breath you could held.
I blinked, the crystalline liquid forced me to react from the stupor of my mind. Tears. Tears of joy crept slowly down my face until it had finished its course on the back of Bracken's hand. He was annoyed, the very gentleman, to wipe them for me. His smooth skin gave me a start as I made contact with mine. I forced him to look at me, put his hand in mine.
"It's impressive." My voice trembled, my gaze seemed to shine like the streetlights on winter nights. "I would not have bothered at all, participating in the plan of life you had drawn. Although it's a pity, that duty got in our way" I opted for a sarcastic smile, he leaned his forehead against mine. "It would have been great to see my parents' face when they heard of my "non-human" fiancé" the simple thought made waves of joy. The wings of his back rose suspiciously, he exhaled long. "But it does not help us at all to think about what could not be" I perceived him to be tense under my brush, I bit my lip consciously choosing my next words. "However, we can worry about what will be ..."
His mouth was tasting the taste of my lips in a matter of seconds. The soft touch of his thin lips, the way she caressed his fingers with my loose hair, the scent of wood and laurels pervading his body; They succeeded in producing a chain reaction within my body.
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In love with a Unicorn
Fiksi Penggemar"The years slip between our bare hands with alarming speeds, the experiences lead to unforgettable and not altogether treasurable memories." That turned out to be my conclusion, after depht analyzing the events of my life in the recent years that I...