The icy water droplets only added the delightful exhilaration of the rose gaining attention. The cold beads landing heavily on her pale skin were like little explosions of ecstasy, making her all the more sensitive to the flame’s advances. It was like the tiny splashes were bringing deadly snippets of clarity which contrasted so addictively against the haze of virus fuelled attraction... Every brush of skin against her left her with a shiver; the cold was bad for the rose and usually such a plummet in temperature would result in a highly disgruntled reaction. Now it only served as motivation for further interactions with the cold frei. She continued to slide her hands over the cold skin, her head clearing slightly as she did so – beginning to dredge up the mentality that would have been present before her infection, and yet she could not break out of the intense embrace with the other raevan. The lure of the inverted flames burning affections was too great for the rose to deny.
With a sigh the plant leaned into the wintry hands that were cupping its face. Would she go with Prajna? The wildness in the plant rebuked the idea of being taken into the other’s home. It was like the rose was being lowered to the same level as other frivolous flowers, being plucked and placed out of its natural habitat for the temporary enjoyment of some other being. However, the logical part of her brain – newly revived by the frigid water – saw the sense in retreating to the others home. Not only would the oh so pleasurable admiration continue, but inside it would undoubtedly be warmer and the virus inside her liked that prospect enough to override the rose’s reluctance to be ‘plucked’. Therefore she nodded slowly at the other’s suggestion, “I will go with you Prajna...”
She paused; her fingers were still entwined with the androgynous raevan’s silken clothing. Reluctantly she released her thorny hold on them so that they could both drift towards the apartment. However, she did twine her sloped fingers with those of the star as they moved. Her grip was strong, firm but not painful. It was a sign that she was the dominant being here – a careful reminder that if the other tried to prune her in any way when they entered it’s home, then she would be quick to retaliate with thorns.
With a sigh the plant leaned into the wintry hands that were cupping its face. Would she go with Prajna? The wildness in the plant rebuked the idea of being taken into the other’s home. It was like the rose was being lowered to the same level as other frivolous flowers, being plucked and placed out of its natural habitat for the temporary enjoyment of some other being. However, the logical part of her brain – newly revived by the frigid water – saw the sense in retreating to the others home. Not only would the oh so pleasurable admiration continue, but inside it would undoubtedly be warmer and the virus inside her liked that prospect enough to override the rose’s reluctance to be ‘plucked’. Therefore she nodded slowly at the other’s suggestion, “I will go with you Prajna...”
She paused; her fingers were still entwined with the androgynous raevan’s silken clothing. Reluctantly she released her thorny hold on them so that they could both drift towards the apartment. However, she did twine her sloped fingers with those of the star as they moved. Her grip was strong, firm but not painful. It was a sign that she was the dominant being here – a careful reminder that if the other tried to prune her in any way when they entered it’s home, then she would be quick to retaliate with thorns.
