Saru

I haven't blogged in a few days. Whoopsie~ I been focused on my cat & stuff, I guess...

So many scratches...

I wrote another thing, today/last night... This one I edited & tweaked afterwords. It's sorta a part to a story I used to have, but my computer ate on me.

So, please enjoy~

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--After Ragnarok--

She was soft and sweeter than any sin. Even now, she's petite. I visited her every day, sometimes during the night too.This vision of loveliness was mine, and I loved her.
Of course. That, I didn't realize at the time. Back then, in the beginning, she was only another woman.
Another chase.
Another conquest to be won.
Another notch in my belt.

This was suppose to be a game that I wanted to win. Why couldn't I bring myself to enjoy it when I did? In the end when it had risen so high and all fell apart, the only thing I could resolve was that, even though I had won by the standards of my own game, the only thing I really did was lose. My lies had not brought me the satisfaction of triumph. Nothing I had expected to happen happened. Regret was all I had as I stood on the steps of her hall for the very last time. What had I done?

When I had first laid eyes on this doll-like sin, for the first time in my long life, I felt my heart swell. My mind raced with a thousand different desires at once. Her eyes were so innocent, as they looked into mine with admiration and wonder. I wanted to own her, I wanted to break her, I wanted to hold her, squeeze her, taste her. I wanted her to be mine. My toy, my lover. The first feeling of her body against mine as we danced excited me.

Through conversation after conversation, the fondness only grew more, as did the desires I harbored. I couldn't understand how I was hanging onto every word she said, or action she did. Everything she did was beautiful, purely and absolutely. One night alone in a forest, and I couldn't bring myself to touch her. It was in my instinct, but somehow, I couldn't taint that purity. No matter how badly I wanted to. What was that unfamilliar consideration?

We fell asleep together that night. It felt like nothing I've ever had before. She felt soft and warm. I wanted to hold her forever.

I didn't comprehend how foolish I was being until I realized how deep she had gotten under my skin. Her touch was exciting, her scent enthralled me. Then there was her voice. The moment my name spilt out of those lush pink lips, I was hers.
Eternally, entirely.
I wanted her to say it again and again in a thousand different ways.
She held my heart in those delicate fingers, and all I could wonder at the time was if I really deserved it.

As she blushed a virgin crimson, I couldn't help but to smirk. A coy reply was always followed when I held her close, my lips twisted into a crooked smile.
"That smirk is dangerous, Loki..."
Dangerous indeed. It only grew more with those words and, once again, I was engulfed by her loveliness.

I would thrive for the moments when I could burry myself deep into her deliciously warm body. My lips would caress her skin gently, as I breathed in that addicting perfume of hers. My scent mixed with hers drove the senses wild. I would become intoxicated, lost and dizzy. Caught in the beautiful rhythm we made, voices mixed with melodical noises and lustful growls. I wanted to consume her. We frequented this music we made. Hidden from the world, our affair was natural, beautiful, wonderful.

It was ours.

Again and again, she intoxicated me, controlling me in ways she didn't even know. Our nights since the first were filled with fervent touches, and elicit heat. I couldn't bring myself to put an end to it. I craved her, completely and utterly desired her. I'm sure the feeling was mutual.

Kissing, nuzzling, biting, devouring, tasting, touching, breathing, moaning, rocking.
This was our song.

Laying next to her as we basked in the afterglow, I watched her. My fingers caressed over her soft, milky skin. She breathed in, she breathed out. She was completely content, comfortable... with me. The oddest feeling of warmth and confusion washed over me for the first time. I had lied to her several times since the beginning. As I pressed my lips to the top of her snow-collored hair, that feeling only grew. I began to crave that feeling every time I laid eyes on her.

No matter how long I contemplate it, think back on it, play it in my minds eye, I'll never understand how I could let it slip through my fingers like sand.

That love, that lust, that affection, that destruction of two people entirely...
...it was ours.

It was the Ragnarok of our beings.

From our wild, uncontrolled passion for one another a fruit was bore. I had had many a-child before, but none such brought upon this warmth that I couldn't contain.
And I wished for the longest time that I could have seen her, held her, fall in love with her.

...but I had no right, and my chance was gone.

This, I do bitterly, agonizingly regret .
Eternally, entirely.

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There ya go. Hope I did better on this one. The magic of 1 AM and Evanescence.

Please be kind!