BurningWillows
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2014
- Location
- Canada
Seras breath hitches then she let out a soft growl, her eyes locked with Elayas.
"You pronounce my name so...so..." She was lost for the word but she loved it and let out another sigh as her climax rose.
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Tatias eyes turned from the window where she had been staring at her reflection to Gerry, a serious look in her eyes although her face remained neutral. She surveyed the door for a minute, then back to him and her facade broke, a look of pure pain crossing her face before disappearing as Tatia resumed her neutral tone.
"Am I unloveable?"
The question rang through the room loud and clear, weight carried with it. She looked up at him expectantly like he had all the answers.
"I'm not looking for you to declare my beauty," she continued after a second, "or my kindness, or my ego. I don't want compliments, I want truth. And you are the most logical honest man I know. You've always been straight forward with me."
She touched the necklace laying on her collar bone, resuming her gaze at the window, "can sirens be loved? Are we allowed? I've walked this earth for fifty years and I've never seen any man or woman stare at me the way Elaya looks at Seraphina."
"You pronounce my name so...so..." She was lost for the word but she loved it and let out another sigh as her climax rose.
~
Tatias eyes turned from the window where she had been staring at her reflection to Gerry, a serious look in her eyes although her face remained neutral. She surveyed the door for a minute, then back to him and her facade broke, a look of pure pain crossing her face before disappearing as Tatia resumed her neutral tone.
"Am I unloveable?"
The question rang through the room loud and clear, weight carried with it. She looked up at him expectantly like he had all the answers.
"I'm not looking for you to declare my beauty," she continued after a second, "or my kindness, or my ego. I don't want compliments, I want truth. And you are the most logical honest man I know. You've always been straight forward with me."
She touched the necklace laying on her collar bone, resuming her gaze at the window, "can sirens be loved? Are we allowed? I've walked this earth for fifty years and I've never seen any man or woman stare at me the way Elaya looks at Seraphina."