subjective morality | tagged Dec 13, 2020 18:44:23 GMT -6 via mobile
Post by rain on Dec 13, 2020 18:44:23 GMT -6
And successfully ambush he did.
Lightwater couldn't turn down a chance to capture the tom in pure, daring action. All Graygaze ever talked of was wants or desires, as if there was not a single move he could take in his life to ever fufill these wistful thoughts and empty words. It wasn't a pretty color for him. She knew he could thrive better in a different hue. And he was. The warrior seemed more proud, more determined in his steps.
He was taking action.
And as their eyes and bodies locked, it was confirmed from the first glint in their gazes their intentions. Their dance was not passionless, but not fueled by it either. Every touch was stimulated by their physical attraction, as every catch of a glance or heart beat long stares felt heated and full of life. But their hearts never connected. No, this was something else. A goos time, yes, but their circumstances made it so much more.
Every heavy breath was an illegal action. Their meeting as a concept was a direct insult to their Clans, to their leaders. This was an act of rebellion. Against their limits, their responsibilities, their painted on moralities. They both could be more impressive creatures painted different colors. But tonight, Graygaze was painted in gold. There was no hesitancy in his aggression, there no ifs or whens. His ability to not only take charge of her, but his own life, at least for a moment in time, was devoured by her eagerly. It was a delicious state of mind to witness.
But as the moment passed, and the energy in the air fizzled out, only their aimless thoughts complimented their slowing gasps. As the somali's mind cleared, she slid her blue eyes into Graygaze's, studying him in a familiar way. The same way she looked at him when he mused his lost ambitions to her their last meeting. She still wasn't sure what he wanted from life, let alone from her. And as she quietly sat up and started a soft and subtle process of grooming herself, Lightwater kept an eye on the tom, closely searching for his own feelings, trying to catch any glimpse or flicker of his thoughts swimming in his gaze.
But she didn't want to ask. "This new energy is refreshing, addicting," Lightwater stopped the sentence in regret of her last word. But she continued on casually. "What's this side of you?" Her question was delicately dipped in genuine curiosity. But she knew the answer. The real question that drenched the air was, would they meet again? It was a poisonous habit that couldn't continue.
But, for the first time in moons, Lightwater felt her voice crack with emotions as she admitted in frustration, her elegant gauze unraveling. "I hate that I took so much pleasure in that, that's one thing." She still couldn't ask. She couldn't encourage this further. There was no dignity nor future in this. This was just childish games meant to be played by fools younger than they. This moment was a single release and that was it. The blue she-cat finally stopped her rhythmic laps at her chest and fully focused on the ThistleClan tom. "Found what you have been searching for yet?" Lightwater dared to tease. She also knew the answer to this, too. Because it would be the same as her own answer if she knew his ambitions.
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