Post by Kallisto Ophelia Parkinson on Apr 16, 2019 18:23:30 GMT -5
I want you forever
Even when we're not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever
september 16th, 2018
paroxysm-finn's office
september 16th, 2018
paroxysm-finn's office
She had come here in search of him. So, why was it such a surprise to lay eyes on Finn Harlow? Why was anything and everything a surprise when it came to him? Because it was him--and he was different. He was different from anyone that she had ever known...and even as her life shifted and changed there was something permanent about him. They were tethered to one another. When his eyes met hers, her sense of gravity shifted...and she wanted to keep that feeling.
Before him, time and memory bent and shifted in her head. The moments of their past hit her--all at once, fractures of scenes flashed in her mind and it was so intense she felt weak in her knees. Every single scar story was still as fresh in her mind as when he had first shared it. And of course, the moment he had killed for her. Whether she needed the defense or not, he had killed for her. His possessiveness and affection had materialized as animal instinct and that still brought out a biological need for him in her.
He might not have been pure--but he was strong...and he was fierce...and he was handsome. And no matter what she did or who she laid with, her body still belonged to him. It ached for him. No one else touched her and set her skin ablaze. No one except him.
The sheer emotion of their past left her vulnerable and honest. When he echoed the greeting of her name and said it had been a long time since they had seen one another. Her answer was off her lips before she had a moment to think on what she was saying. "Too long-" A simple two word confession. But it was too honest. The words rang with unspoken truths. She had missed him--and that showed. The way her eyes were bright for him. The way she smiled even when she wanted to be coy and demure. She couldn't play when she was drowning in memories. She had to swim back to the surface. She had to put her mask back on.
But the truth was she didn't want to. She liked when he saw her. It was dangerous. It made her vulnerable, but she liked it anyway.
In for a knut, in for a galleon. She let more honestly fall off her lips, this was just a whisper, quiet enough that he could pretend she had not said anything if he wanted to. "I have missed you." And Merlin, she had. So much. Time refused to make it easier. Her longing for him just wouldn't go away. He had gotten to her--and no one else compared.
Kallisto was a mix of emotions. Seeing Finn was a surprise. Even if finding him had been her intention and hope for the night, being in the same room as him was still something that she had not been prepared for. The wizard floated in and out of her life over the years, but the magnetism between them never suffered for the time apart.
There was no one else like him. She knew that. It never changed. She never wanted him less. She never found a way to forget him. It made her feel weak to be in front of him. Surely, he did not have that same feeling for her. Maybe he once had, maybe when he had killed for her, but that was an age ago. The world was different now.
She should have been different to...but with him she wasn't. She was still the girl that came alive under his eyes. She didn't know why she had been so honest with him. Maybe because she wasn't sure she would get another chance. She had spent a lot of nights thinking of things that she wished to have said to him when she had the chance. Now, that she was seeing him. She saw no reason not to take those chances.
He looked so good. Too good. He had that damned smirk on his face. It was dangerous. The best sort of danger though--and she wanted to just stop time and savor seeing him like that. Time had been very good to him. His jaw was strong--and he was even more handsome than he had been before...and clearly, he had done well for himself to be sitting in this office. She was impressed.
His reaction to her whispered words was expected. It almost annoyed her, but he was coming closer and she was stepping towards him, too. Words were always overrated. Action was so much better. His hand slid around her neck and her body reacted to him immediately. She leaned into him. Rolling up on her toes to meet to his lips, Kali lost herself into his kiss.
Time had passed but his lips were still familiar. She knotted her hand into his shirt. A soft sound of wanting passed from her lips and was lost into his mouth. Merlin, she had missed him. Everything was a blur. They knew one another so well. No matter how long it had been. He marked her and she reciprocated. Possessiveness had always been very classic for the pair. She lost the ability to concentrate or comprehend time. Seconds were minutes and minutes were hours as they professed desire in the most animalistic of ways.
When they were finished, she didn't want it to end. She didn't want to say goodbye, not knowing when she would see him again. So, Kali did what she had done in the past. She traced a delicate finger over Finn Harlow's skin. She found one of his newer wounds and she flashed her ultramarine eyes up to his powder blue ones. "Tell me," she urged, asking in a very few words for the story of how the scar came to be. She never asked about the same scar twice...and she never forgot one of his stories. They were precious to her. Whether it was true or not, Kallisto believed that having that sort of knowledge about the Harlow set her apart.
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0