I'M NOT CALLING YOU A LIAR

@abhrath

DECAPITATED, SEVERED, by barbaric expertise. instinct propelled him before her; a personal, merciless, impregnable shield ( he was prepared to relinquish her the entirety of his crystalline blood– if he had to ). his vision drew forth her EXQUISITE, PORCELAIN features, o b s c u r e d by flurries of stark snow, smothered by its icy crypt. a colosseum had been awakened by their primeval ancestors, and he refused to allow her entombed by its restructured, alaskan deliverance. a steely hand struck the waist of his scarlet tempest. “ MAGGIE. ” she did not require an unhinged knight, but he would swallow her counterarguments. “ come– before the humans start their rioting idiocy. ”

the scents of cedar and peppermint were extinct to him; his vampiric senses pinned by iron-suffused individuals. they chose to venture– their merriment festering lies– and thus paraded themselves as facile targets. he stood diligent, an arm draped around his banshee’s wintry shoulders. “ I won’t stop you, ” he vowed, “ as long as you share. ”

                        he gave a soft sigh , sliding his hands into his jacket pockets. “ can’t say they do , no. it’s hard to view people as appetizing when you remember they likely have family && friends that love them. ”  not to mention , it was the holidays ; pretty morbid time to have such thoughts.

“ lying to you is counterproductive. ” he reminded. her gifted lie detector, so potent in its dominance, snuffed out the most minuscule falsities. “ NO, I would much rather tell the T R U T H. ” for whatever its dark promise was worth. but could he, in all his infernal deliverance, truly suppress someone’s agony ? quell such affliction, when his existence had found its justification in fabricating it ? an ivory hand slips past a porcelain cheek to caress the chilled flesh at the nape of her neck. will her mind repossess its original rationality, and return them both to their respected dispositions ( separate, not attached ) ? his lips part and enclose over her mouth, and his touch, consistently RUINOUS: CONQUERED.

‘ ---- ! ’ the kiss hums through all of her fingers and toes, down her spine, in her heart. she finds his mouth is soft and d a m p as she moves her lips over his. a finger and thumb tucks under his stubbled chin, as she’d seen her more romantic acquaintances do. the kiss, the r h y t h m of it felt natural. it felt like broken china sliding back into place. a g l o w radiated from every pore, every inch of her being as her first ( and only ) kiss came to an end. orbs watch his lips hungrily, wanting MORE MORE MORE, as she pulls away. a small, thin-fingered hand hovers over where two halfs had met, unable to speak, unable to look away. the skin there prickled with left over electricity. scarlet eyes flicked upward to hold his own. she simpered, as innocent as she’s felt in nearly a bicentennial.

“ if you do not want to be loved by me, then why tell me ? ” this speech of hers– in all its CLANDESTINE eminence– needed to D I S S I P A T E. in ÉIREANN, she unearthed. he had vanished alongside chilled winds, leaving the coven their unoccupied territory. how could he have remained there, with an unwanted attachment brewing within his abysmal depths. but HOW, with no charm to fall from his lips, did he influence such benign sentiments ? “ I.. ” his twisted mouth shut. the B A N S H E E before him WAILED; his own phrases riveted. “ I left your ireland to avoid this. ” he confessed. denali had doomed and jinxed them ( him ) . he had been his own scholar; the UNLOVED educator whose instruction SMITE emotion. her bones must have been the texture of ash. “ you best tell me, ” the vampire voiced, his deaf steps enclosing the distance between them, “ before I regret my next action. ”

the BARONESS was A F L A M E within her own castle, igniting his kingdom, and casting it off-kilter with each tower she cascaded. witchcraft, he decided, had infused her psyche ( what else could explain her spiraling notions ? ) . “ you SOUND unhinged. ” he exchanged whilst dark brows furrowed. he was HELL INCARNATE, indoctrinated by his millennium-produced execution. how could a lack of heart seize another, how had hers been besieged ? her endearing accusations brought forth a snort. “ without your CONSENT ? ” she was inconceivable– she had led herself astray. she was an entrancing siren amidst her confession. but she was fallacious. “ when did this become your reality ? when did you decide I should be at the forefront of your emotions ? ” when had such a curse festered ? had it been in IRELAND, where his mind at time still undeniably lingered ? 

“ did you look up at the ECLIPSE for too long ? “ a s m i l e forms on their lips at their own joke. “ 1917 ? it’s been some time. “

he had never known her dumbstruck; her tongue knew diligent animosity as much as his own ( and company was neither entreated nor cherished ) . though he did not shun her loss of elocution, his reddened irises returned to the darkling waters. until she regained her diction. it seemed unfeasible that his stature could appear more frozen, that the marrow– chilled to colossus bone– could display an even more steely structure. had she gone B A L L I S T I C ? “ WHAT did you SAY ? ” it was a STRATAGEM, a PLOY, a RUSE, a VERBAL MIRAGE. her bullet proof demeanor held no starkly exposed, gaping wounds. he no longer reclined upon an ebony-pigmented bank. his tone pivoted from its rather stunned tone to something grim and stony. “ what sort of MADNESS are you proposing now ? ”

An eyebrow raised at the other girl at her remark. Beth was unsure as to why she wasn’t to be in the same room as the stranger, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” 

she was like STAR-FIRE: brilliant to behold, yet incinerating. her INFERNO of B L A Z I N G tresses had been the first feature he’d noticed upon their initial meet, and it remained a captivating quality ( perhaps he envied wind-swept days, which caressed locks of red without permission ). he was by death’s lagoon; a hypothermic reservoir for any other than them. its dwindling temperature was merely the counterpart of their flesh. he remained hushed, still as the gleaming water’s surface, with a look of familiar detachment. had she come to challenge him to the dispatching of steel limbs ? or to erupt the grave outcome of his gift ? soaked fabric clung to a lean, muscular frame. shards of dark hair were drenched and in disarray– VERGLAS had begun to gather at the tips. moments drifted onward before he met her eyes, scarlet to scarlet.