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the dark damp; the murmur of water, again.[/size]

[size=xx-small]but astarte wakes above the earth and beneath one of the many evergreen boughs of this more southerlying, snow-sown plain. her lips gummed themselves shut, when sleep had taken her; dream-dredges leaving her to cradle a moment that was no longer there. her lungs fill with the coniferous tang and soothe the piercing brush left behind by the ending of winter. for all the wisp knew, that great, burnished creature from eves before had just been a vision borne of her star-addled mind.[/size]

[size=xx-small]and there is sunlight, now;[/size]
[size=xx-small]and astarte closes her eyes to it, supine. drowsing as the veils of early-ish noon finger through the green-needling curtains, peeking. the fairylight only shies from it, humming; nestling further into her billowing bed of frost. a rabbitsoft paw cards over her ear and onto unmarred cheek. tucking herself back beneath the blankets of last night's snow.[/size]

[size=xx-small]and she does not want to leave.

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[size=small]"out in the open?"[/size]
[size=xx-small]beneath the lyrical notes of her strained chords, her words are a wince; strung tight beneath a dull ache that begins now in her side and grasps unwelcome hands along her spry ribs. her own eyes tear as she peers up at the male who eclipses the seasonal sun — puffy and petulant and now with pouting lips.[/size]

[size=xx-small]lips that cannot resist the tug of an errant, inherent and certainly once-was impishness; until she simpers up at this irate wanderer who seems to promise her a slow death for his own almost-falling. [/size][size=x-small] "as you can see, my darling, i am quite under this tree,"[/size]
[size=xx-small]or, she mostly was, or had been; and the sweet curl of her mouth became a smile with too much teeth.[/size]

[size=small]"i would hope that your pride is not too bruised."[/size]
[size=xx-small]and with as unbothered an air as ever, astarte's chin finds a perch on her paws; eyes glimmering with a slow, drowsy amusement before her lashes promptly flutter shut once more.[/size]

[size=xx-small]oh — something half-heard within her has missed this![/size][size=small]

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[size=xx-small]she did; listening to his words with lax ears, and looking once more only when she heard him start to sweep his way towards her. ah.[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"i am sure it would,"[/size][size=xx-small] [/size][size=xx-small] stretching, sighing up at him,[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"if you're to be the one who'll gift me such a thing."[/size]

[size=xx-small]as he nears her, she sits up slowly, sleepily;[/size]
[size=xx-small]and gazes upon him with a fogged, lurking gleam.[/size]

[size=x-small]"and i'll sing you a pretty song,"[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=xx-small]too-white, her smile,[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"to make up for it all." [/size]

[size=xx-small]then, for a moment, her impling eyes have widened in half-innocence; pale lips parting in slack wonder.[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"but you wouldn't like that, would you?"[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=xx-small]and then she's simpering once more; the glimpse of fangs teasing the pale seam of her bottom lip; leaning in close for only a heartbeat,[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"you hunger for something else,"[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=xx-small]murmuring, coquet,[/size][size=small]  [/size][size=x-small]"don't you, darling?"[/size]

[size=xx-small]and then, astarte left him; drawing away from him and the draw of him. instead, she turns, heading for the evergreen copses that thicken the paths with each step; all at once flushed and fluttery and fillying.[/size]

[size=xx-small]the may queen picks her way through the snows at a mere walk, for now;[/size]
[size=xx-small]aquiver with that old, muted deliciousness of being chased by something.

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[size=xx-small]poke it, prod it; she'd set the damn thing aflame just to burn within and glow from the thousand furious stings that came with it. a more sensible female would have feared the form that ambled behind her. but astarte was not sensible. she was sensual  ( or, she hopes she seems such a way to him ) and there was a sort of reachingness now within her step;[/size]
[size=xx-small]and she was nervous, too —[/size]
[size=xx-small]not of this male and what-ever he was, but of her inexperience beneath this masque of anything but.[/size]

[size=x-small]she wanted him more, though:  [/size][size=x-small]"won't you show me?"[/size]
[size=xx-small]so she let him see that glimmer of vulnerability; [/size]
[size=xx-small]the tremor that plucked itself to life along her thigh, shuddering up through her bony hips. an ache kneaded its way about her belly, and began to mold itself ever lower.[/size]

[size=xx-small]and on the fringes of those winter-laden, needlepoint trees, she turned her cheek aside to eye him from over an unmarked shoulder. unnecessarily, sillily, unbedded-ly:  [/size][size=x-small]"... please?"[/size][size=x-small] [/size][size=xx-small] [/size][size=x-small]chords becoming taut and betraying her own longing;[/size]
[size=xx-small]greedy, foolish and fumbling; she might have delighted in her temporary tethering him along had she more adamancy. [/size]

[size=xx-small]but she didn't  —  and he may very well not be interested in this quivering far-nothern thing of a wanderer, nor the virginal truth writ into her, now.[/size]

[size=xx-small]she could only wait; [/size][size=xx-small]could only want.[/size]
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[size=xx-small]she might have laughed at his words in that low and lazy temptress' taunting way  —  had he not so suddenly crowded into her, against her like he did. weak-kneed and whiny, fair near wanton; not sensual at all, it dimly occurs to her, but so very terribly sensitive. [/size]

[size=xx-small]it takes everything within her to not fall upon him then and there;[/size]
[size=xx-small]all at once she is patient and impatient, pliant and insatiable as he presses himself and his need against her the way she's always wanted to ken for herself. she arcs against him; that fever climbing through her, conquering; she greeds for his voice again; she greeds for him to loom large and everything around her, above her and—[/size]

[size=xx-small]—she is moony and he is eidoloic.[/size]

[size=x-small]"tell me,"[/size]  [size=xx-small]she carries on prettily, as if his tongue doesn't lave at that great, hot vein,[/size]  [size=x-small]"how you might kill me."[/size]  [size=xx-small]a whittling, thin breath through her rosebud nose; a tremble up her throat,[/size]  [size=x-small]"how lovely would you make me?[/size]"  [size=xx-small]muted blue gaze rolling, gleaming up at him with nothing short of ardent anticipation;[/size]
[size=xx-small]astarte decided then, girlishly, that if her end came early she would favor his gobbling her up.[/size]

[size=xx-small]strained-soft pants fill the waning noon quiet around them.[/size]

[size=xx-small]and then, maddeningly, a snarl ripples from her breast and through moonmade features; but it is gentle, almost timid, and of a savage and silent ardor that comes with the ache of waiting. [/size]
[size=xx-small]she quivers so entirely against him; a crease crescents between slim brows; and her lashes almost began to tear.[/size]

[size=xx-small]and he hasn't truly done anything to her.[/size]
[size=xx-small]yet.  ( yet! for it has only been moments for him )[/size]

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[size=x-small]and she is emptied; boneless.[/size]
[size=x-small]he'd ran himself along the edge of her  ( or she upon him )  and left her suspended, stilted. lingering and lost, again, again; what-ever he had set alight within her goes instead with him and astarte is left a husk riddled with the clammy cold shivers that come after a deep fever. [/size]

[size=x-small]spiritually —[/size]
[size=x-small]he'd taken hers by the bit, in some way, and ruled and reigned even as he sauntered from ... this nothing, of course. without it and without what she'd near begged for, astarte might have stumbled. she might have crawled on her knees after him, had the heat of possible passion still swathed 'round her and stifled her so entirely. [/size]

[size=xx-small]but she doesn't; and will not allow him to see how she begins to fracture inside.  ( or, tries to. fails. )[/size]

[size=x-small]"mm. and is this usually your way?"[/size]
[size=xx-small]tatters, tatters;[/size]  [size=x-small]"how unfortunate. i expected more."[/size]
[size=xx-small]knew she pranced along whatever line he'd carved between them, now; and perhaps still she was not enough of a female as to warrant his caring in this nothing.[/size]

[size=xx-small]foolish girl.[/size]

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