ARE YOU MAGNETIC?

[★SPACED]

   B R U N H I L D E



The Wasteland spread before her like vast tarmac, a barren lacuna of wasted space, rough and unloving. The colour reminded her of her brothers skin - mottled black, rough and sprawling over the skeleton of the earth. She did not belong here, not in this mess of the dead and the dying - no, Brunhilde belonged in the midst of a wild, ancient forest, committing sin within it's emerald embrace, or thrust into the salt-ridden air against the ocean shore. Not here. She was here, however, because she needed some sort of change to satiate the languid boredom in her supercilious glacier eyes. Nothing changed in her life - it was an unending story of lackluster attempts at relationships.

Hades had been an amusing side story, until he had a kid. She'd barely been old enough to have sex let alone be involved with a father (as much as a turn on that had been), and so she had moved on. She had grown quickly in the few years she had been alive, now standing on legs made of lace and spindles, delicate and tall and almost too thin. Her breast was small and petite, though her lungs seemed to expand into the deepest abyss every time she chose to breathe.

Her skin was blue, of course, the damned mark of her sires line - though Brunhilde felt, calmly, that she was one of the lucky ones. Her skin was a stormcloud sapphire, every razor point of her bones and her body tipped with shadow whereas her lashes and her illustrious hair shone with silver and ash. Her eyes, too, were a vivacious sky blue, rimmed by the classic gold of her fathers line. Every line of her youthful body appeared flawless and smooth - a true wolf descendent.

And so she stood, feeling the sun slowly pool beneath her delicate shoulderblades, praying that something would happen that might make her feel... anything.

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The king stood upon the barren land, his florid coat standing out starkly against the charred ground. The man appeared aggressive against the dark background, the contrast of the colors almost too bright for comfort. Fire was a man of abrasiveness, though, and he did not mind the way his vivid existence conflicted with his surrounding world. Ambition colored his mind, created brilliant and violent explosions of art across his power-driven mind: Fire felt unstoppable, felt as if he could take the Wastelands and make them his—an empty land for an unfortunately empty heart.

Of course, he knew that he could not truly claim the blackened terrain; yet, his magnetic heart desired to nurture something into his.

She was a sapphire, a sparkling gem, when Fire saw her for the first time. She had a draw to her, a certain kind of womanly desire. This was not love at first sight—oh! was this lust at first sight (something dirtier, something that created more)—but the man wanted her. His predatory eyes ate her up, a specific knowledge resided there, an assumption that he could have her.

“Your brilliance blinds me,” boldness exuded from his breathe. He did not insinuate; he did not seduce. He merely asked, expressed curiosity.

★SPACED I HATE THIS BUT I LOVE YOU AND HER <3

[★SPACED]

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He arrived in a flash of colour, standing amongst the ash and charcoal as if he were a flame that had licked upward through the ancient crevices. Brunhilde felt him in the rapid oxidation of her deep lungs, sucking him in through azure eyes and acknowledging his approach through the dropping of her ash-spun lashes. He moved with confidence, his shoulders rolling with ease, muscle sliding over bone in a slow, smooth waltz. 

"Your brilliance blinds me"

His voice curled like smoke, winding it's way into her slender ears and lingering there. Brunhilde felt her velveteen lips hook into the smallest of smiles, her gaze locked on the pale oak of his eyes. A brow cocked and she raised her delicate head elegantly, thoughts swelling with Queendom. She was a myriad of futures, and yet somehow with him standing there she was less chaotic, less doomed - and more inclined to be somebody. She wouldn't admit such a thing to him, of course.

Instead, she cut straight to the chase, eyes scouring the planes of his face as she asked;

"Who are you?"

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The statement pressed into the air with a determination that Fire was accustomed to; yet, it was a drive that he reserved for underhanded steals and strategic alliances. He rarely used it on a stranger, and he felt as if he had discovered some form of forceful charm. The oxygen tightened in his lungs, and soon Fire was holding his breathe - not a single muscle dared twitch. The girl had him enraptured, her fierce gaze wrapped him in dripping lava (as if he was being showered with the effects of an abrupt eruption). Fire felt the sizzling magma harden around him, perpetually encase him in this state of fascination and awe and desire.

"Who are you?" her voice cut, like the swift blade of a sword, straight through Fire's mold.

The stone man blinked, eyes glistened with curiosity and piercing need. She had brilliant eyes, the sun and the sky melded into two tiny pools of light. They were an interesting pair, the two that stood against the bland background. Their bodies were smooth and artful against the jagged and sharp lava, a picturesque couple of contrasting colors. He felt himself intertwining with her gaze; he felt infinitely weaved into the web she created.

Fire smiled, a chuckle and a slight shift of his head broke his molten case as he leaned forward. "Fire - I am Fire," he said, his voice just above a murmur. The air felt sacred, as if a single sound above a murmur would snap the thin membrane of harmony they possessed. "And, you - you are absolutely enchanting. Please, sate my ever-growing fascination. What is your name?"

★SPACED eeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!

[★SPACED]

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"Fire - I am Fire"

The name lingered on the air for a moment before it spun to her keen ears, entering her head and lowering itself to roost, comfortably, in her breast. It suited him, undoubtedly, this man borne from crimson and citric calm - if only for the reaction he caused underneath her velveteen skin. She could not satiate the burning in her lungs or ignore the intense need to touch him - whether to calm her desires or to ignite them, she did not know. 

"And, you - you are absolutely enchanting. Please, sate my ever-growing fascination. What is your name?"

The rasp of his voice sounded new, exciting - the sound of future and direction, something the blue girl had never had before. Her small smile curled into a coy grin as she spoke, her voice an orchestra of want and need;

"Brunhilde"

And the breath of future stirred within her.

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The sensation buzzed wildly within him - Fire was quite literally on fire with a sizzling desire he could not quite place. It devoured him whole, consumed his quivering hide with a gentle touch and sharp teeth. The feeling was a wave in the ocean: the chestnut man watched as it came upon him but was still utterly shocked when it slammed him to the ground. The king - the unstoppable force - was rattled to the core (his bones clattered agitatedly against his insides) by the powerful gaze of the girl before him. Her eyes drew him, whirlpools of sky and honey and unabashed desire. Fire dove head first into the gleam of her gaze - he did not even dream of hesitating. This - this was a creature to be reckoned with, and he would have her.

Her voice broke the wavering bliss, electrocuted Fire's simmering veins, "Brunhilde." He wanted to wrap his tongue around every consonant and vowel.

A gentle, smooth smile spread over his mouth, an action that almost reached his eyes. He found her name ridiculously beautiful, but that could be an easy misunderstanding of the moment. With a slight tilt of his head, Fire studied Brunhilde for a moment (he had spent years being polite - no longer would he deny himself the simplicity of observation). Eventually, a thought struck him, something so simple that he had to laugh.

"I hardly know you, Brunhilde, and yet - you feel ancient."


★SPACED THIS IS TOTAL TRASH BUT OMFG

[★SPACED]

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It felt almost as if the two had stepped into an alternate reality - one that only they knew existed. The air around them hovered heavy, dragged down by the strange magnetism that coiled vibrantly off of her razor boned shoulders (and, presumably, into Fire's' lungs). She was simultaneously enchanted and aroused by him - this stranger that smelt like dry blood, copper and dust. She was never an easy lay - rather the opposite, she wanted to keep them hanging on until they didn't want anything more to do with her. Like a strange habit, she feared that parting of ways and denied them what they wanted so that they would stay longer by her precious side.

It was not like this with Fire.

She wanted to close the distance between them and slide her lips along his muscular neck - more than anything she needed to feel the roughness of his vibrant skin, wanted to breathe him in and memorize every fiber of his being.  Brunhilde was all too quickly devoted, her chaotic heart stock still and waiting for her brain to say the word. But it would not - not all at once, not even while thoughts of sex and marriage and that fateful word (forever) bloomed into being within her. Instead she threw a coy smile at his words, knowing that somehow, she felt the same.

"What a thing to say to a girl you've just met... Have your manners always been so lacking?"

For a moment it was difficult to tell whether the sapphire girl meant what she said, though it took only a moment for an amused smile to crack through her facade.  She swayed for a moment, indecision coloring her pale eyes - though it took only a moment for her delicate legs to move fluidly forward. The distance between them grew smaller, and as it did Brunhilde felt her chest constrict and her breath come faster.

It took only a few steps for her to be close enough to touch him - and touch him she did. Her lips, as soft as baby mice, drew up his neck, tasting his sharp jaw and hungering for an eternity more. They continued, ever so slowly, to his ear, where she whispered;

"You're ever so lovely, Fire.."

Because to her, he was.  





★★ kaykay fml this may be the end of me, I love them so much!

[★★ kaykay]

Each blink of her eyes was an eternity; Brunhilde was Fire's personal pyramid, an ancient and unending construction of wonder and secrets. She inhaled his past and exhaled a summer sky so blue and so perpetual that it took every ounce of the chestnut stallion's control to not tremor. She was a literal sapphire, a glimmering and reflective promise - simultaneously everything and nothing.

Fire wanted to devour her.

The impressive slight of her mouth, the smooth tilt of her smile - he desired to consume every bit of her hidden attitude. When she spoke, Fire cracked his velvet lips to taste every bit of her diction.

"What a thing to say to a girl you've just met . . . Have your manners always been so lacking?" a sly response, two sentences that stimulated the man's already peaked senses. Youth streamed from her mouth, a knowing naïvety gleamed in her eyes.  How odd, he thought, that he would want to steal the beauty of a girl. She was to be his - Fire's sole purpose, his golden heart, the gleaming sun carved elegantly into the bow of his ship. His simple response: a smirk.

He stood still, so painfully and acutely still, when she moved forward. Brunhilde did not step - no, her dainty hooves did not grace this earth - she floated. Fire leaned forward, an ancient instinct, a movement from a past life. Her lips dipped gently into the wine of his neck, a sweet savouring instead of a hungry swallowing. Her mouth, pressed lightly to his jaw; her words, dropped playfully into his ear, "You're ever so lovely, Fire . ."

Lovely, such a gentle word.

For a moment, a dense and heated singularity, Fire smiled. Her touch was enough, but her words - they were different. He wanted to hear her.

The man pressed his cheek to her neck, then slowly moved his face to hers - jaws just barely brushing.

"I will have manners, Brunhilde," his whisper a deep cadence, "if that is what you wish of me. I can find it within me to be polite to a woman who dares describe me as 'lovely.'"

★SPACED FORGIVE ME, plz let them continue their giant love affair

[★SPACED]

bahaha of course we can! Shall we start a new thread for them?? ★★ kaykay

[★★ kaykay]

yes!! i can get one going somewhere, if ya would like!