Saturday 13 March 2010
Friday 12 March 2010
Short Story - Blue Eyes
Written an age ago whilst bored, I've dusted it off and here it is.
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“You have beautiful eyes, you know? I could lose myself in them”
She placed her hands on his cheeks and stared deep into his eyes.
“Like falling into an ocean and letting it overwhelm me...” she paused and leaned in, kissing his slightly parted lips with a soft contented sigh.
“Mnh. I love them, you make me jealous my love” she chuckled softly and ran a slender fingered hand through his hair.
“So deliciously blue, every time I look into them I feel myself drifting away”
He said nothing. His eyes unblinking and slightly glazed. She brushed her nose against his, silk smooth skin teasing over his rougher, weather beaten flesh. She licked her lips and half closed her eyes, breath trickling from her lungs in a sweet scented stream.
“Hmn, you don't say much do you. It doesn't matter, you don't need to say a word my pretty little man. Your eyes say everything my ears can't hear”
He remained immobile, eyes still locked on hers. He lacked the ability to pull look anywhere but into those deep, dark irises.
She let another musical sigh slip from her slim lips.
“I can think of a thousand clichéd nothings to say to you and they'd all be true” she said with a sweet smile.
She brushed the fingers of her free hand down his cheek, the stubble of his unshaven skin rasping pleasantly against them. Her other hand gently held his neck, keeping him close. She let her thumb caress his throat with soft, tender strokes.
“Would that I met you sooner, my pretty blue eyed boy. You look so young, what are you, 20? 21? Hmn?”
He stayed silent, lips still parted slightly from where she had kissed him. They glistened slightly where her glossy black lip paint had lingered.
“It almost feels immoral, me taking advantage of you in this way my sweet little creature” She smiled and brushed a stray length of blond hair away from his lustrous blue eyes.
And soft laugh fell from her black, smiling lips.
“I do hope I don't intimidate you my love” she cocked her head innocently to one side, never taking her eyes from his.
“Below the make-up is a sweet, innocent girl, I assure you” as if to punctuate her remark she brought his lips together against hers. They remained parted as she kissed him passionately, more of the paint rubbing off on them as her breath filled his mouth. He tasted sweet, like a fine vintage wine, aged to perfection.
She pulled back, a contented smile on her lips. Her eyes tore themselves away from his for a moment and fell on his lips, gazing at the black that now coated his soft lips. She giggled softly, finding almost childlike amusement in the sight.
“You look all bruised my lovely” her eyes found his again as her fingers strayed to his lips, attempting to brush away the black marks. She failed to notice that all her efforts achieved was a deeper smear of the black paint. The black stained tips of her fingers dipped into his mouth and touched against his tongue. She could still feel the warmth of her breath.
Her nose touched against his again, tracing circles on the very tip.
“I wish you'd known me when I was so much younger, before I closed my eyes upon this world” her smiled changed its timbre, a hint of sadness creeping into her angular features.
“I've been so lonely, but those eyes...those sweet, beautiful eyes. They take it all away, all the pain, all the deceit, all the loneliness” She cupped his cheeks in both hands, leaning in to kiss him once more.
“Of course” she said, her expression hardening into a cruel sneer “I am lying, except about your eyes my sweet little man”
“So I think I'll keep them for myself” he still said nothing, eyes still locked inexorably on hers.
She smiled and retrieved a wickedly barbed silver blade from a green leather sheath at her waist. The handle was golden and shaped like a slender, naked elf whose hands clasped miniature golden daggers, as wickedly barbed as those that owner of the blade carried.
She pushed the silver tip into the soft flesh under the man's eye and made good of her words, skilfully cutting the beautiful blue orbs from his skull. He made not a sound as cold metal cut into still warm flesh.
She held the eyes in the palm of her hand for a moment, then snarled.
“They loose their lustre!” she growled and savagely hurled the bloody eyes into a slowly burning brazier. They hissed and spat, blue smoke rising as they sizzled into nothing adding a bitter tang into the smoke tinged air.
“They always change!” she hissed and stood from the corpse she straddled, the severed and eyeless head still clasped in her slender hand like some gory trophy. With grace belying her true age she leapt from the sacrificial slab and tossed the severed head to one of the masked acolytes loitering in the shadows.
It caught it neatly, male or female the witch elf could not tell. Nor did she really care, the desires of her husband Khaine had been sated even if her own sickly desires had not. She stormed from the hall with her long black hair trailing after her like a cloak. She didn't bother staying to watch the acolytes drain and dispose of the body so that she might savour the dead man's essence again.
Still it had been a fun few hours, she mused with a nasty smile on her beautiful and cruel lips.
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“You have beautiful eyes, you know? I could lose myself in them”
She placed her hands on his cheeks and stared deep into his eyes.
“Like falling into an ocean and letting it overwhelm me...” she paused and leaned in, kissing his slightly parted lips with a soft contented sigh.
“Mnh. I love them, you make me jealous my love” she chuckled softly and ran a slender fingered hand through his hair.
“So deliciously blue, every time I look into them I feel myself drifting away”
He said nothing. His eyes unblinking and slightly glazed. She brushed her nose against his, silk smooth skin teasing over his rougher, weather beaten flesh. She licked her lips and half closed her eyes, breath trickling from her lungs in a sweet scented stream.
“Hmn, you don't say much do you. It doesn't matter, you don't need to say a word my pretty little man. Your eyes say everything my ears can't hear”
He remained immobile, eyes still locked on hers. He lacked the ability to pull look anywhere but into those deep, dark irises.
She let another musical sigh slip from her slim lips.
“I can think of a thousand clichéd nothings to say to you and they'd all be true” she said with a sweet smile.
She brushed the fingers of her free hand down his cheek, the stubble of his unshaven skin rasping pleasantly against them. Her other hand gently held his neck, keeping him close. She let her thumb caress his throat with soft, tender strokes.
“Would that I met you sooner, my pretty blue eyed boy. You look so young, what are you, 20? 21? Hmn?”
He stayed silent, lips still parted slightly from where she had kissed him. They glistened slightly where her glossy black lip paint had lingered.
“It almost feels immoral, me taking advantage of you in this way my sweet little creature” She smiled and brushed a stray length of blond hair away from his lustrous blue eyes.
And soft laugh fell from her black, smiling lips.
“I do hope I don't intimidate you my love” she cocked her head innocently to one side, never taking her eyes from his.
“Below the make-up is a sweet, innocent girl, I assure you” as if to punctuate her remark she brought his lips together against hers. They remained parted as she kissed him passionately, more of the paint rubbing off on them as her breath filled his mouth. He tasted sweet, like a fine vintage wine, aged to perfection.
She pulled back, a contented smile on her lips. Her eyes tore themselves away from his for a moment and fell on his lips, gazing at the black that now coated his soft lips. She giggled softly, finding almost childlike amusement in the sight.
“You look all bruised my lovely” her eyes found his again as her fingers strayed to his lips, attempting to brush away the black marks. She failed to notice that all her efforts achieved was a deeper smear of the black paint. The black stained tips of her fingers dipped into his mouth and touched against his tongue. She could still feel the warmth of her breath.
Her nose touched against his again, tracing circles on the very tip.
“I wish you'd known me when I was so much younger, before I closed my eyes upon this world” her smiled changed its timbre, a hint of sadness creeping into her angular features.
“I've been so lonely, but those eyes...those sweet, beautiful eyes. They take it all away, all the pain, all the deceit, all the loneliness” She cupped his cheeks in both hands, leaning in to kiss him once more.
“Of course” she said, her expression hardening into a cruel sneer “I am lying, except about your eyes my sweet little man”
“So I think I'll keep them for myself” he still said nothing, eyes still locked inexorably on hers.
She smiled and retrieved a wickedly barbed silver blade from a green leather sheath at her waist. The handle was golden and shaped like a slender, naked elf whose hands clasped miniature golden daggers, as wickedly barbed as those that owner of the blade carried.
She pushed the silver tip into the soft flesh under the man's eye and made good of her words, skilfully cutting the beautiful blue orbs from his skull. He made not a sound as cold metal cut into still warm flesh.
She held the eyes in the palm of her hand for a moment, then snarled.
“They loose their lustre!” she growled and savagely hurled the bloody eyes into a slowly burning brazier. They hissed and spat, blue smoke rising as they sizzled into nothing adding a bitter tang into the smoke tinged air.
“They always change!” she hissed and stood from the corpse she straddled, the severed and eyeless head still clasped in her slender hand like some gory trophy. With grace belying her true age she leapt from the sacrificial slab and tossed the severed head to one of the masked acolytes loitering in the shadows.
It caught it neatly, male or female the witch elf could not tell. Nor did she really care, the desires of her husband Khaine had been sated even if her own sickly desires had not. She stormed from the hall with her long black hair trailing after her like a cloak. She didn't bother staying to watch the acolytes drain and dispose of the body so that she might savour the dead man's essence again.
Still it had been a fun few hours, she mused with a nasty smile on her beautiful and cruel lips.
A new era of internet obscurity
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