October 5, 2009 - 7:29pm — silentlikethat
... Even though I'm right HERE.
They search through the course fur, blind in the darkness as they trekked on for some source of warmth, seeking the fire burning hotly within his belly. His fur coarse to her touch, rubbing charcoal hairs between thumb and forefinger. They touched little but explored everything she came into contact with.
Blue eyes focused on her task, immersed in her actions. Pale bone ran jagged under her fingertips accompanied by the sharp legs of flies as they landed on her hands, tasting fresh flesh, new and different from what they were used to burrowing and laying down maggots in. The gentle scrape of her nails against caked blood sent crimson flakes flying, lost within his pelt as they fell further down, and speckling the grass below like dried snow.
Her other hand clasped on her dress, knuckles white from strain. Its partner calm and patient, enduring in the silence as it continued on, touching what it could beneath her sky blue gaze.
