Having her gently
(Swallow Mountain)
In a brooding pitch black, dead of the night.
The lone luxurious Mansion in the depths of the shaded forests, stripped of any illuminations strained one's eye.
The luminous heavy forests sealed the separation of the two mortal nature.
It was the forlorn world of the foreign Man.
He leans on the glassed railing smoking away the dusk. Those eyes of his, carries a beautiful shade of a cocoa, though in them reflects the deprivation of brightness and warmth.
Finely sculpted features, perhaps if he could just smile a little, he might seem not so hard to approach.
A heartless creature, yet he was just a human, been through his share of swords life shoved through the chest.
We were born to live, being contented, spread love—each had their own battle to fight, though on the way some lose their heart. And Ishmael, he was one of the ones to lose the heart.
A lost soul could not be brought back, but a dead heart could be replaced. He was just searching for her, she; who could spare him a heart.
He lifts his head, staring at the vacant sky. Void of any celestial bodies.
The more he strains his eye penetrating for a glint. The more detached does he feel from breathing. The frosty air failing to rile him up.
Slicing through the silence, a blaring ringing of an incoming call draws him back. Disheartenedly he trudges towards the source and picks it up.
(On the call)
"Raka I will fucking slash you to pieces!!"
Lazily, Ishmael holds the device away from his ear. The barking noise hurting his organ.
In response he just laughs out frenzily, resulting the other to go mute.
"Did my gift reach you Mr Chulan?"
"Y-you I fucking curse you!! The same way you had my son beheaded you'll have the fucking same fate!!" Chulan launches at him, screaming frantically, desperate to relieve himself of his grieve and aggression.
Smoking out his last puff, tarring his lungs he smashes the cigarette down his feet.
"Didn't I favour you ridding a futile brat?" Raka amused retaliates at the frantic man.
"You Are a fucking demon Raka!! You even murdered the man who sheltered you!!"
Mr. Chulan continues, tears of sadness and anger flowing down the eyes. He had just lost a son, and he will make sure to avenge his boy.
Ishmael smirks, "You have other cubs don't ya? Have peace with that. Now shut the Fuck Up."
He hangs up, not harbouring the patience to wait Chulan's retort.
He greatly disliked wasting his precious time on feckless people. Especially a bootless man like Chulan.
Interrupted, the youth heads inside his chamber. His gaze lands on the pictorate frame of a nine year old Neva and Ishmael, five years older than her—placed on his desk.
He leisurely forwards his hand, taking hold of it; admiring.
They were smiling so merrily. Without a care in this earth. A picture so perfect.
"I wonder how beautiful you've grown."
He smiles regretfully, tracing the girl's face.
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(Rhett's Apartment)
Erriador's wind blew awfully chilly.
Unfortunate species away from their abode curses their fate. Wishing they were home.
On the other side, the two lovers lay there warm cozied up in each other's arms.
Being each one's sole haven.
Their spirits flares and flies.
Narrating a tale. Making hearts palpilate.
Numbing veins, uniting souls.
For they were made to be one.
How fortunate are those who could love.
Those who are in love,
Those who are loved.
"Rhett, do you see a future with me?"
Neva queries the man snuggling up to her.
"I've already even thought about our children's name." Chuckling, the man so in love, seizes Neva's rosy lips. Sheepish Neva parts away only to be kissed lustily again.
The lovers were bundled up on Rhett's bed.
Nearby a window, adorning gleaming city lights. Out of breath, Neva parts apart their swollen lips.
"You like children?" Neva did not imagine that side to Rhett.
"Hmm~ I don't really like them. But if you birth them, I'd love my own." Rhett giggles, colouring Neva's cheeks crimson.
"You are so cute Angel." Rhett pokes her reddening cheeks, grinning brightly. Neva hides inside the duvet, puzzled by the way this man could make her feel so dizzy, with her heart quivering and her insides tingling.
Rhett swiftly peels away the duvet exposing his Gorgeous Neva. Pecking her delicate forehead down her closed lids. Travelling her perfect nose and scarlet cheeks.
V shaped chin and unrush on such invigorating neck.
Then gently down the chest. Meeting her unsteady blurry eyeballs.
Peripatetically moving aloft, he finally tastes her sweet strawberry rims.
"You make me feel insane Neva."
"I might go mad crazy..." He breathes out heavy, his vision foggy.
She set fire to his every notion of love.
Hovering over her, he wants Neva to know how intensity is ablaze in the deep.
He was a gentleman, yet there was nothing gentle about the way he was kissing her.
Feeling her passionately, wishing to calm the howling turmoil thrashing his soul.
Sensing him so ferocious, upping the level of sexual desire. She feels him sneakily slid his hands inside her sweater.
Stroking her waist causing Neva to arch her back from the sensation.
Sensing him so desiring, assuming the scene it may lead to, she softly pushes him back by his chest.
"It's too soon for that Rhett," flustered she declares, catching her breath. Hoping he will have her calmly and gradually.
Drowning in her orbs, he learns her mind.
"Okey!" Rhett attempts his best to soothe himself. He obediently attends to her response, nuzzling his face on the crook of her neck. Leaving Neva melting by his dual personality.
"Can we sleep together today Angel?"
Rhett probes in a muffled voice. Thinking back she never allowed Rhett to ever sleep the night together. He meets her eyes, having her see the begging eyes of his, she surely pushes back all of her anxious thoughts.
"We can." With Neva's assurance, Rhett smiles delighted, then wraps her up as though he wishes to fusion their flesh together.
Forever living as one. Unhurriedly they both drifts off bidding the sweet night a farewell.