11-04-2018, 11:48 PM
DAY TWO+ THREE:
day 2 - Love + what does y/c's home look like? are they tidy or messy? what kind of residence is it, and why did they choose to make or use it?
Day 3: Fire + what does y/c think about the stars? do they have a special connection to them or do they find them boring and uninteresting?
Fire.
Destructive, powerful, dangerous. As a child, Delilah had always been warned to stay away such evil things as fire. Fire was the archenemy of Earth, the element her family had wielded for so many generations.
She loved fire. She loved what it stood for, she loved how phoenixes were basically birds of fire, destined to crash and burn but be reborn into something new- something more powerful and beautiful, full of fire once more. It was a process that Delilah came to love the idea of. She knew fire was dangerous, but everytime she looked into the eyes of that one male, everytime she had seen those smoldering red irises that belonged to her friend, she couldn’t help but come to love him more. He was fire, large, wrecking havoc on her heart and burning all insecurities to dust under his simple glance. He never seemed to show ice, always fire. Burning, passionate fire.
Renegadeanthem was like fire, and she was the rocky, cool earth. They were polar opposites, but Delilah loved that man all the same. He was cold to those around him, the walls he put up not easily broken, but he seemed to fall prisoner to her very touch, all those walls broken down and his skin bared for her very affections to dawn on him.
She loved him. She knew she did, but she couldn’t stop the sense of self-hatred rising up in her throat every time she tried to speak those words. She couldn’t. Maybe it was her own lack of self-love, self confidence seemed almost nonexistent to her. Despite this, his fire never seemed to dim in the presence of her, as if her very presence gave him the scraps of wood he needed to rekindle his very flame. Despite the past they had together, Delilah loved him to Hell and back. It was the way he looked at her, as if his world closed off around her and only she existed. Just for that one moment, she would look in his eyes and forget everything in the world around her too. It was rare, beautiful moments when he would make her feel something.
His existence was like heaven on earth to her, and she adored every breath, every step, every move he took. Maybe it was the way his fur seemed to reflect the stars, or the way his eyes were pits of hot, scalding coal. She took moments to think of just flexibility, the love she had for him, the trust she had in him. It was dangerous to love someone this much, but she did. It was punishment, she knew it was. Maybe it was the way he looked at her- yeah, probably that. She knew, every single time he gave her the time of day, she wanted to turn away just as fast and run as far as possible. She didn’t deserve this attention, but he gave it to her nonetheless. She was a sinner, impure, disgusting. But he didn’t think so.
Everytime he looked at her, it was like she was being eaten alive by the very fire that was his life and existence. She was enraptured, she couldn’t move away from his gaze, and the moment she touched him, it was like she was safe again. Home. He was her home. This pit of burning, emotional fire was her home now. It always was, the moment she had laid her eyes on his black and silver form, his spotted pelt catching her attention despite the unfortunate circumstances they had been in at the time.
He was like fire, and Delilah loved fire.
[word count 605]
day 2 - Love + what does y/c's home look like? are they tidy or messy? what kind of residence is it, and why did they choose to make or use it?
Day 3: Fire + what does y/c think about the stars? do they have a special connection to them or do they find them boring and uninteresting?
Fire.
Destructive, powerful, dangerous. As a child, Delilah had always been warned to stay away such evil things as fire. Fire was the archenemy of Earth, the element her family had wielded for so many generations.
She loved fire. She loved what it stood for, she loved how phoenixes were basically birds of fire, destined to crash and burn but be reborn into something new- something more powerful and beautiful, full of fire once more. It was a process that Delilah came to love the idea of. She knew fire was dangerous, but everytime she looked into the eyes of that one male, everytime she had seen those smoldering red irises that belonged to her friend, she couldn’t help but come to love him more. He was fire, large, wrecking havoc on her heart and burning all insecurities to dust under his simple glance. He never seemed to show ice, always fire. Burning, passionate fire.
Renegadeanthem was like fire, and she was the rocky, cool earth. They were polar opposites, but Delilah loved that man all the same. He was cold to those around him, the walls he put up not easily broken, but he seemed to fall prisoner to her very touch, all those walls broken down and his skin bared for her very affections to dawn on him.
She loved him. She knew she did, but she couldn’t stop the sense of self-hatred rising up in her throat every time she tried to speak those words. She couldn’t. Maybe it was her own lack of self-love, self confidence seemed almost nonexistent to her. Despite this, his fire never seemed to dim in the presence of her, as if her very presence gave him the scraps of wood he needed to rekindle his very flame. Despite the past they had together, Delilah loved him to Hell and back. It was the way he looked at her, as if his world closed off around her and only she existed. Just for that one moment, she would look in his eyes and forget everything in the world around her too. It was rare, beautiful moments when he would make her feel something.
His existence was like heaven on earth to her, and she adored every breath, every step, every move he took. Maybe it was the way his fur seemed to reflect the stars, or the way his eyes were pits of hot, scalding coal. She took moments to think of just flexibility, the love she had for him, the trust she had in him. It was dangerous to love someone this much, but she did. It was punishment, she knew it was. Maybe it was the way he looked at her- yeah, probably that. She knew, every single time he gave her the time of day, she wanted to turn away just as fast and run as far as possible. She didn’t deserve this attention, but he gave it to her nonetheless. She was a sinner, impure, disgusting. But he didn’t think so.
Everytime he looked at her, it was like she was being eaten alive by the very fire that was his life and existence. She was enraptured, she couldn’t move away from his gaze, and the moment she touched him, it was like she was safe again. Home. He was her home. This pit of burning, emotional fire was her home now. It always was, the moment she had laid her eyes on his black and silver form, his spotted pelt catching her attention despite the unfortunate circumstances they had been in at the time.
He was like fire, and Delilah loved fire.
[word count 605]