( 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥 : Thane Barlow. ) ── * Answered. - Blog Posts
Papers in the wind. Hotaru, Good Samaritan despite the way he speaks of people: bends to help gather the materials which seemed to spill from the professor(?)’s hands. Sometimes a rabbit doesn’t know it’s crossed a lion and wanders in its den regardless. “… bad weather. Ah, here you go.”
a single second. lots can change in one — an arrow might strike true, or an encounter might occur. in a single second, his attention drifted. golden irises, deep and rich like pools of ichor, glance towards the sky. it's getting later, the purplish orange hue edging the far reaches of the sky warns him. still, the sun hangs up above with unchallenged bravado. it does not shy away from the shadows; it does not fear sinking beyond the skyline — it knows it will rise. it will always rise; its destined to shine, so let it do as it was destined. and in a single second, he's jealous of its certainty — of such a simple fate.
papers slipped from his fingers, plucked by thieving winds, howling and cackling as they went. a soft curse, a dead word, in a foreign land — slips from his lips. at the very least, none of them went far. explaining how he lost more than half of the documents pertaining to the school wouldn't have been a pleasant conversation. not that thane worries about such things. it's almost time for him to find another place, as things would have it. to see what the next school might offer — he's sure his colleagues are appalled by how often he comes and goes. their job security is why they stay. however, it's the security he does not want.
the thin metal clips in his dreads clink gently as he kneels carefully, none too eager to exacerbate old wounds. everything he does is stiff — a plain attempt at coddling discomfort. and suddenly, he's not alone, not that they crept 'pon him unseen. it's just more papers returned to his hands than he gathered himself. some of the glow in his gaze darkens if only for a moment; it's never truly gone — the lambent within.
❛ & —— and just like that, you're my favorite student. ❜ lips curve into a mannerly smile. ❛ even if we've never met before. ❜ he straightens up, smoothing out each document, a practiced gesture. ❛ thank you. ❜
unprompted,
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【 @metanoen | emma's fingers slink and then pull; scalp captured from behind, tilting his head back and back until his throat is exposed. up on her tip-toes, so they can see eye to eye, and her smile is all red lips and teeth. " thane, darling, i'm bored. " and then she releases him, just like that, watching his hair spring back into place as she steps around him. face to face, a painted blue nail taps his nose. " do something about it, won't you ? i think we should get away somewhere. somewhere i don't have to smell logan's reek from across the city or listen to summers' latest lecture on politics. just us. " | unprompted.
mind touch; intermingling—— dancing. a song of them / a waltz of empathy 'pon telepathy. it tangles and twists, telling thane of emma's presence. ( of her strut, of her prowling. ) then, she comes. digits like claws, catching hold, pulling forth prey ... a lioness. grey locks part, silky and loose, a warmth seeping from her laid claim, to him—— to body, to mind, to heart, to soul. thin lips curl into a smile, an apparition of his delight. ( it's kind, yet mischievous lurks beneath it all. ) centuries of wisdom, the cunning of a shrewd king lurks beneath all acts. it defines him. it becomes him. &. he never felt more like a king than when he's in her grasp.
silver eyes worship, silver eyes adore, assessing each note and tone. ( she is art. carved &. perfect. ) drawing eyes, making them yearn for touch—— yet knowingly, she denies. a twinge of disappointment rings out, still, nonetheless gaze adulates her when she appears. pupils, thin slits, grow wide and a light rumble begins in the king's chest. he lays claim; he hunts now. step brings them closer, arms looping loosely around her waist. stormy hues gleam, something hungry beneath pools of quick silver. forms press closer, warmth ebbing between them. it's greedy—— a greed only royals might taste.
❛ that's dangerous. you get oh so tricky when you get bored. ❜ laugh comes gentle, only so tender with her. giving her a peer behind porcelain mask, letting her see each gear clink and whirr &. glimpse beast hidden within cages of eloquence. ( it hunts her. prowling the depths mind, it brushes against thin prison bars, eager to reach ... to pounce. ) ❛ you must think the world of me to give much such a tall order. we both know logan's stench could reach the hells themselves. ❜ as for summers' ... those lectures never truly end.
cheek brushes against her own, gentle although insistent. nudging her head to side, exposing same tread of neck she did so sweetly to him. lips trace beautiful jaw, nipping and kissing where he pleases. he follows curve from back to forth, leaving no inch unclaimed—— tender longing, devouring need. it chases itself in every action. an ouroboros of wants and needs. then, he brings himself closer to her pretty neck—— close enough to hear faint drum of pulse. warm breath sits over frail veins, so frail ... so exposed. then, it's thane's turn to retreat, to flee from the final moments, offering a kiss on her cheek instead.
❛ murozia's lovely this time of year. ❜ and to see emma clad in murozian silks ... sounds quite delightful. ❛ i'll make the arrangements. ❜