She was there for the first spark, ignited by hello, and that first precious touch. Crouched and patient as only assassins can be; she had been hiding behind memories, lurking in the recesses of emotions, waiting for that perfect match of heat and deep, dark energy--the way it moved like smoke, eddied in the hara, sending tendrils along nerves through all the hidden places. She caught scent of lust, bared teeth in the predator's grin and made her move. Swift. Unrelenting. She was born of all that want, and would subjugate all others until her story was revealed. She will be the last one standing, long after I am gone.
I feel like my previous post seemed a little overkill in the prep for this one....But I cut most of this one out, because it wanders a little into a different place further down the road. Which is fine, but.
ReplyDeleteAnd that part, yes, was more violent.