You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 524
"A pulsating red..." — Zeleskiaz said while his hues enhanced the particular red colour in its centre. Moving away from the mirror to dress once again and quickly fell back on the lady’s balcony, feeling in his body how the unknown thirst he felt for the first time after meeting her resurfaced anew... This time aware that it was not blood that it sought but love some flesh he never had enough taste.
"Cursed beast..." — He grumbled, troubled by the heat. — "Even as you throw me and push me into indulging in such pleasures I greatly desire... I’ll fight it all for our sake."
As childish an opposition as this could be, the prince growled with despise at this deity provoking him, our friend Fenrir, who against a young descendant of his friend’s blood became vastly wicked. Hence, the beast laughed gruesomely in entertainment at the hazards the prince would meet again at its taunt...
— khkh...grr... hope he fails... that eye can’t see Calla’s... yet if it hears... grahah... — 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Sinister in its plot the beastly deity lurked in the consciousness of the Frotschter descendant, hoping to incite the madness of an enemy while placing hazard and inciting a couple’s mingles with its wildness.
Instinct made Zeleskiaz look above at the sky where an eye should hide thanks to the speck in his blood of the beastly divinity, and a deep breath was taken in preparation for his fall on the beloved’s balcony, taking reigns of an aura that wanted it all from her... as his everything also felt needy of what he needed patience for.
’I’ll not lose to your vicious ways, cursed dog...’ — Zeleskiaz growled in a last thought, trying to compromise his soul to the tasks at hand.
*Tap, tap* — He then called on the glass door of a lady, when the night was darker and time wanted its end to welcome the foreglow... and no answer came from the insides of the chamber... when usually it was her visage that would peek lovingly innocent from the side of a thick curtain.
"..."
*Tap... tap* — Zeleskiaz called one last time... taking a moment to listen to the silence once more.
And so, an impulse he could not prevent moved his hand to open the door; entering the lady’s chamber without staying idle and like once he witnessed from a hidden spot, Marianne’s figure was found sitting near a respectful candle... this time asleep with no book on her hand... on the seat she had been waiting his return from above.
Unlike before, when little to nothing was known about the silent woman, Zeleskiaz moved to her side, unknowingly stealthy, quiet and careful. Making no sound as if it was still a secret how much he wanted to admire the beauty of the lady... whose lovely hair decorated her mischievously elegant... framing the limbs and enhancing with its reddish brown the clear of her skin under the warm light of the humble flame.
"... my lady." — He said once... softly in an attempt to wake her... yet too soft for her to notice in this brief slumber she had fallen.
"..."
The tranquility of Marianne’s visage was admired by the crown prince, who at the sight managed to induce a daze to the enticing sensations great feelings and beastly instincts had amassed until a moment ago. And as her eyes kept locked by long lashes... his hand reached for the back of the couch, supporting himself as he carefully sat beside the sleeping lady.
Her profile, the eyelashes hiding her vibrant hues, the lurvely nose leading to a fall that would find comely lips he has savoured not as nearly enough... and the length of her neck that was healing slowly from the marks her disrupted sibling had caused while the quiet lift of her chest, framed in a conservative yet appetizing cleavage of a white gown... it was all admired by the dazed ultramarine he possessed. Ultimately shaping a smirk on his enchanted demeanour as he found the small flower resting on her hand.
"... was I to compare... you look so alive now... Marianne..." — Delighted, he lowered his head slightly, relieved and mesmerized for he had seen a dying love for many days and nights until a night ago. — "Alive and colourful... mellifluous in your silence... how captivating a scenery it is that this candle now allows..."
The nose of the man naturally fell closer to take some of her essences as his own... inspired by the bliss its sweetness instilled within his vessels, holding onto the couch, clenching his grasp on it as he restrained the wish to caress her hair and figure without a conscious beloved.
"... I feared every second when you were gone... and yet, today I fear my hands, my lady... but even so..." — With filled spirit and satisfied peace, Zeleskiaz exhaled gleeful, ending the whispers in his devoted thoughts. — ’I prefer fearing these hands than losing you to eternal slumber, my love...’
It was as his soul experienced strongly these beliefs throughout his core that the sentiments moved the crown prince to dismiss the remnant distance for his nose to graze her fair temple. Feeling the soft strands of delectable scent caress his senses and intoxicating himself with fascination at the luxurious peace provided by the trace, his edges ended up kissing the fur of the lady... too mindful of disrupting her stable dreams... clenching the shape of the couch he held onto while countering the great swirl of desires wishing to have more of this intoxication.
"... fuh..." — Zeleskiaz exhaled almost unhearable and breathless; wanting to relish in the moment as much as his restraint permitted.
Nevertheless, unbeknownst to the prince, she who was asleep had slowly gained consciousness with his small whispers... thinking a dream it was while in a drowsy state, however, believing the heat his little graze sowed in the place he kissed, Marianne opened her eyes. Pleased by the presence so close yet careful he found of the prince.
"... even so... what... your highness...?"
"..."
