He is looking at me with his pretty eyes (pretty eyes that make me think of pretty lies but better, better, better). His eyes, sight, touching my body, I cover myself-conciously. Then uncover, fling my arms wide and laugh - after all, I invited him here, didn't I? Come into my parlour. Invited him here to a room all burning hot lava in the walls and took my clothes off, fucking ripped them off: skirt, shirt, nothing underneath. So if his hot eyes, pretty eyes, pretty pretty eyes, so pretty, if they're on me then I wanted them there, I must have if I don't remember now.
"Gabriel," he murmurs, pretty eyes large, shocked, burned from his cool composure, him sane as I am not, he my sanity. Something raw in pretty eyes, a lovely face and O! I could be cruel, right now, right right now!
I do not intend to be but I fear to forget myself's self.
"You want to taste me?" I ask. His breath's a noise sharp like pain. "Go on." A burn HIM HIM HIM can't stop me now, you bastard, attack now stop can't STOP ME! "He eats at my mind!"
He reaches out, pain, need, touches me. "Can I help at all, my Lady?"
HIS presence retreats for now, a moment now. "You do." I laugh it off, force the sound to HIM (HE CAN HEAR ME!!!), touch my Soldekai's hair. "He always eats at my mind; do not worry, I will not let him interrupt."
Sharp pain in his eyes, eyes. He attempts to match my tone. "The more things change, I suppose..."
"Plus ca meme chose..." it reminds me of Dominique, nique, nique, and Song and PAIN please do not KEEP me HERE like so! But that was the past, wasn't it the future, all times at once, LOUD. Push it away, push it away, expello, expellere, expuli, expulsum. Banished! Expelled.
I draw a deep breath and pull him into my arms; he shudders, there's a hot hot spill of tears, good, there goes his shell of calm calm cold, calm cold clarity! Crack, O Shell! Thou'rt a creature of passion, let it spill! O! O! O!
He puts his arms around me, voice rich. "I love the heat of you, my Lady."
And O! O, he has such pretty eyes, and he is warm now, I could love him, maybe, maybe love him maybe maybe, if it is not cruel to do so.
I cannot tell! I cannot tell!
"My Lady?"
"Hush, Soldekai," and rocking him, his wings pressed against the bare curves of my arms stark white stark stark stark white against no brown now stark brown against the black arches of his wings. "Hush, hush. It's all right now, it'll all be all right, all right?"
Tears, again, a shudder, his arms around me, am I this slender now? "Oh, my Lady."
He clings and shakes shakes like falling apart shakes like earth when fire moves through it, deep below. Shaking. As if he believes my words.
Believe my words.