He’s missed the sharpness of her bite, the sweet, savage affection. It isn’t right that they meet here, when their homes are filled with broken reflections. In one tower, a princess sleeps alone; in another, a prince desecrates his marital bed. Stolas wishes he could find it in his heart to pity or admonish them - the loveless wife and unfaithful husband - but their cruel indifference has brought him here.
Stella is warmer against his hands than the wife of his universe. She fits perfectly, hips pressed against his, and reminds him what it is to feel alive and wanted. He breathes in her almost-familiar scent and nuzzles her neck, cooing against her feathers. He wraps his arm around her hips and pulls her closer still.
“Only a fool would turn down such a gift.” The fool - her prince, her unfaithful wretch, the court jester of his own palace - has lost his most precious gem and Stolas will greedily take her in hand and polish her until she shines like the brightest of stars. They have tonight in this lonely place and together, they will make a paradise of it and of each other: a kingdom of desire and perhaps, even, one of love. He tilts Stella’s head back, gently pressing his fingers to her chin, then the sensitive place upon her throat, a moment away from kissing her. “Make my desert mouth the seat of your throne and rain for me until we are a garden again.”
❛ OH , ❜
curtly follows his attention given to swaddled neck , cowl shivering outward to splay feather hues better as he presses in further against her . stella barely has time to register his coo before those illustrative lips dance words across HER cheek , followed by the devilish curl of forearm drawing her near . crest flusters under dress , puffing up crudely against bosom as she fans a hand atop the bust with a brazen display of affectionate timidity .
she hasn’t the gall to stop this collision of universal opposites , not when she feels his tender touch thread along her nape . adjacent to his coolness , heat flourishes from maw agape that drops beak to sigh in relief , the cold embrace of his spacial embassy ghosting her star-fire like the lapses of flares from a solar giant . free hand finds his lapel , instinctively letting fingers dance upon cape button that secures it around his collar .
does she speak ? dare to chide in their solace &&. challenge the figure of all supernatural odysseys within the extents of unknown universal expanse ? eyelashes flutters as his touch tethers to her chin , draws her gaze back to his with a greedy lilt of his songbird , no matter her predatory nature . sweet as a canary in his gilded cage , forever enamored with his cosmic tune . smile breaches the confines of her intoxication , claws digging slightly against her own chest to better show enticement through vindication .
❛ &&. give into the grand scheme of your revolutions ‘round my stars ? what if i choose to be rebellious , perhaps cause a gravitational pull to hook you into my very being ? what then , o’ galactic grandeur ? ❜
hands lurch to his cheeks , sucker him in so only her breath keeps their heads apart , so tantalizingly close to liplock .
❛ what if i want to burn brighter so you’re forever fossilized in my amber mold ? maybe then i can keep YOU for eternity . ❜