❛ Studying —– ❜ he widens the / CRACK / between his lips with
a smile, a canyon of white teeth and forked tongue for which he is both the VIPER and the mouse.
Spencer CHUCKLES then, adorning the deafening silence with hums of fortune, a symphony of
pleasantries, orchestrated to perfection. A wry smirk ~ SPIDERS ~ its way into jagged features,
calloused hands stay pressed to porcelain cheeks and he takes a moment to fully > a b s o r b <
himself in the orison of her beauty. Around them, the * MAGIC * of fairies and nymphs paint the
sky with a mosaic of flickering lights, fireflies illuminating the TWILIGHT and decorating the eve with
the palette of dusk and dawn. He’s entranced by her luminance, peppering incarnadine lips with
a CONSTELLATION of kisses and he pulls away only to quaff some breath back into concaving lungs.
❛ It’s pre-med, babe. I’m studying biology and anatomy. Of the HUMAN body.
The LEAST you could do is let me explore yours. You know … For RESEARCH. ❜
it’s the way he LOOKS at her that ultimately peels through the layers of doubt, only so that persistent sentiment can once again attempt to unlock that cell made of brittle bones. glossed lips part & brows arch in silent taunting, pale digits CARELESS & utterly inconsequential toy with ( f l a m e s ) the most primal of instincts--- DESIRE, lurks beneath her milky flesh & dollish eyes. anticipation curls around her torn edges as slender digits study the patterns drawn upon heated flesh & like cigarette SMOKE her touch lingers; it’s a sweet caress, tracing the outlines of his jaw like a haunting, a fleeting whisper of a memory. dainty fingertips roam aimlessly, exploring the pathways along his blonde scalp, all tangled up between golden locks.
❛ oh, i don’t know how GOOD of a guinea pig i’d be. ❜