DracoIt was the unwritten poetryMore Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
Haven: chapter 8Dimitri quickly jumps to protect me, but I'm already running. I haven't figured out where yet but I'm running. Running from the man I love most. But I can't help it, I'm so fear stricken that my legs wont stop, my mind wont clear. And I can hear him in pursuit. No, that's not my Phoenix. That's a monster.More Like This
I suddenly find myself in that meadow where all of this madness began. I get to the center and stop, knowing that this was always my fate, to fall prey to my lover turned beast. He reaches the clearing and stops, staring at me with those eyes so full of anger. He walks no closer to me, just stands there, glaring at me.
"Is this all I could