(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 dark. Those eyes of his, hazy in a beautiful shade of cocoa, a parody of deprivation of warmth.
Virile looking, stunning, he could be adored a little, if he maybe smiled a little.
His life was rush, he was a chaos. Uprooting peace in his route, he hopes for life to slow, and lend him a long, fresh breath of silence.
He lifts his head, glaring at the vacant sky, void of 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.
Who was he anymore? Fair, he knows; he has hope.
Slicing through the silence, a blaring ringing of an incoming call draws him back. He puffs a deep smoke out of his cigarette, exhaling a calmness. He trudges towards his mobile, kept on a see-through table, circled by two grey lounge chairs.
He picks up the phone, swiping the green button.
"Raka I will fucking cut you to pieces!!" Screams the person on the other side of the call.
Ishmael leisurely holds the device away from his ear. The barking noise hurting his organ.
He just laughs out frenzily, and follows the person to dumb the lips mute.
"Did my gift reach you Mr. Chulan?" He asks, trudging back to the railing.
"Y-you I curse you!! I fucking curse you!! You and your family will die the most brutal dead known to mankind!! How dare you behead my son?!!" Chulan launches at him, screaming frantically, desperate to relieve himself from the grieve and aggressions.
Smoking out his last puff, tarring his lungs, he smashes the cigarette down his shoe.
"Didn't I favour you ridding a futile brat?" An amused Raka retaliates at the frantic man.
"You are a fucking demon Raka!! You will never receive a single gulp of happiness!!"
Mr. Chulan rambles out, 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 disliked draining his energy and time on feckless people. Especially a bootless man like Chulan.
Interrupted, the youth heads inside his chamber. His gaze on a pictorate frame, placed on his nightstand. Staring for a long while, he takes a hold of it.
Admiring, his thumb caresses the face of a nine year old Neva. He stands beside, five years older than the girl, arm circled over her shoulder.
They were smiling so merrily. Without a care in this earth. A picture so perfect.
He smiles regretfully, tracing her beautiful lips.
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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 realm, the two lovers lay there warm, cozied up in each other's embrace, in 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 asks, threading eyes with 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 frosty window, reflecting, adorning gleaming city lights. Neva aparts their swollen lips, stopping him for a breath.
"You like children?" Neva murmurs, a little out of air.
"Hmm, I don't really, like them. But with you, I'd love my own." Rhett smiles, stealing a peck from her lips, colouring Neva's cheeks a crimson red.
"You are heartachingly cute Angel." Rhett pokes her reddening cheeks, his grin bright. Neva buries inside the duvet, puzzled by the way this man could make her feel so dizzy, having her heart quivering and the insides tingling.
Rhett peels away the duvet, exposing his Gorgeous Neva. He kisses her delicate forehead, down her closed lids. He with an abscence of consciousness, moves above her warming body. Her glossy eyes tangles with his burning orbs.
He travels down her perfect, straight nose and along her fair, scarlet, glowing cheeks.
Neva breathes heavily, her hands trailing up his broad shoulders, to his soft, fluffy hair, her fingers weaving his locks.
Rhett kisses her v shaped chin and unrush on such invigorating neck. His wet smooches, leaving dews, an avenue of his love and lust on the lover's delicate skin.
He peers up at her, her fingers tightening the grip she has on his hair. Eyes steady on her veiled lids, "Look at me Neva," he breathes out.
She unveils her eyes, gazes in a bond, he kisses her on the lips. He tears away the warmth, his bottom lips, still glued to her on her own nether ones, he gently brushes along her chin, her gliding neck, down her chest.
His eyes on her unsteady, blurry eyeballs.
Peripatetically moving aloft, she feels feverish, her eyes closed tight in shame. He lifts himself, tasting her sweet strawberry rims once more.
"You make me feel insane Neva, I might go mad-crazy..." He almost pants, his vision foggy, from the intense passion, yearning, craving for the woman beneath him.
She set fire to his every notion of love. He connects their foreheads, he wants Neva to know, how intensity is ablaze in the deep.
He wants her so bad, it's hurting him. He kisses her once more, loving, gentle and passionate. And, in a sudden, the motion of their love, intensifies. He wishes 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.
He strokes the sensitive of her waist, causing Neva to arch her back from the sensation.
He runs his hand up her back, lifting her form a little, he kisses her deep, a hand cupping her chin. He forgets the need to breathe.
Sensing him so desiring, assuming the scene it may lead to, Neva gently untangles her hands encircled around his neck. Moving to his chest, she gently pushes him away.
"I-It's too soon for that Rhett," flustered Neva declares, catching her breath. She hopes, he will have her calmly, gradually. Hearts throbbing alarmingly. They were both, fighting for air to fill the drout, hoover lungs.
He drowns in her pleading orbs, "Okay," Rhett pecks her lip, then kisses gently her forehead, soothingly.
He attempts his best to hush his thumping nerves. He obediently attends to her response, dropping his weight on her, he holds on her, 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, still layed over her fragile body. She never allowed Rhett to ever sleep the night together.
He meets her eyes, having her see the begging eyes, she surely pushes away her anxious thoughts.
"We can." With Neva's assurance, Rhett smiles delighted, he slides down beside, wrapping her up as though, he wishes to fusion their flesh together.
Forever living as one. Unhurriedly, they both drift off, bidding the sweet night, a farewell.