Dragonfly Fen pick a star on the dark horizon

i'm having too much fun with this xD

Rats! The damn thing flew away in the nick of time, but Datura was past the beyond the point at which he could slam on the breaks. Crap. The universe seemed to move in slow motion if only to allow him to contemplate his dreaded fate. He hadn't had any intentions of touching her, he merely planned to lick the damn bright light off of her nose and see what it tasted like. No contact involved. And yet here he was, leaning ever closer to her face and oompf!. For just a brief moment his tongue touched her mouth and he felt as if he had been shocked by disgust. Gross! Immediately he leaped backwards, blushing shamefully. "You... You missed." What? Distractedly his shook his head and tilted it, looking at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. It took him a moment to figure out what on earth was she talking about, for certainly she wasn't referring to the flying ember because she looked so damn pleased. OH! Did she think he was trying to kiss her? Damn. The golden boy coughed several times, looking sheepishly down at the ground and back at her. You're just going to have to go with it. LIE, damnit, LIE. Yep, nothing left to do. He felt as if he had somehow opened pandora's box without realizing it and now there was no way to shut it. Hell, he had let her kiss him, he had made her admit that she liked him, he had been forced to marry her... and now... now he was going to have to kiss her again to make up for the fact that he missed. "Oh yeah? Well then you try!"

table by mimi

(This post was last modified: Apr 07, 2013, 04:02 AM by Datura.)

this night is sparkling, don't you let it go, I'll spend

I’m wonderstruck

forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

"Oh yeah? Well then you try!" he challenged. Taima gave him a complacent smirk. "Watch," she instructed, eyeing him for a second to ensure that he was going to watch her. She sat back on her haunches, tilting her muzzle upward as her eyes searched the air above her for the next flicker of a firefly's abdomen. One by one the insects made their presence known with the blinking of their light displays and fluttered above her until she caught sight of one just within reach. In a lightning fast movement, she darted upward onto her hind legs, her jaws opening and shutting with the soft click of her teeth.

When all four of her paws touched back onto the slimy ground she sat back down and simpered back at him again. Still holding back the urge to laugh, she slowly turned to looked at him, gazing into the fullness of his face. Her lips drew up and through her teeth the glow of a firefly illuminated her mouth before she breathed out with a "plooooouuuuu" sound, sending a streak of yellow-green light in his direction. The insect seemed like it would have hit him square on the nose but it managed to get its wings into gear and flit upwards and past the right side of his face.

Taima's tail wagged furiously. She thought it was quite an impressive feat, but she thought it was even funnier in thinking that she had just imagined herself as some sort of "star-spitter," sending a meteor straight towards the sun of her newly-shifted universe. "Heeeeeeeeeee," she teased him with half a titter. "Hee-hee. Betcha can't do that."

She continued to gaze at him, her tongue peeking out from between her two eye teeth until she relaxed her lips to widen her grin. This expression was a trademark of hers, ever since she was three months old, usually wielded after she had managed some sort of mischief. Another bubbly laugh lifted into the air and she put her tongue back in its proper place. For a time it seemed like she had forgotten where they were and how they had gotten there; for the moment, it was just her, Datura, and the wonderment of glowing bugs among the tall, forbidding trees.

(This post was last modified: Apr 07, 2013, 10:35 AM by Taima.)

i needed a firefly table tooooo!

and i'll be your goal, to have and to hold

a lover of the light !

The poor boy had grossly misunderstood her, and for that he would pay dearly: for several long moments her stood there, his body tensed for the inevitable onslaught of tongues. Watch she said. He jammed his eyes shut. Well, this is the end, he thought, the end to all of his innocence. He was a mated man, now, and apparently that meant receiving kisses and giving them. Man, he hadn't really thought this through, had he? Yet, several moments when by and nothing happened. The poor boy could not feel her hot breath as she loomed closer... no, he flicked an ear, puzzled. He decided she had not moved at all. What?

At some point he got the courage to open his eyes again, only to find that she was veritably standing in the air, snapping at the flying pinpricks of light. Oh thank god. It appeared she wasn't going to kiss him at all. The golden boy, awash with a thousand tiny embers of light, allowed himself to relax and watch his child-wife chasing the glowing things. If he had been a different boy, he might have noticed the way her eyes sparkled with triumphant beauty, the graceful way she moved on her hind legs as she reached up. But Datura was dull, he was blind. And so he merely watched, curious, allowing himself to giggle.

And in this moment they were kids again, playing a game that was simple and innocent. They could forget that they were lost, that confusion and devastation had been thrust upon them and they were still struggling to make sense of it. They could forget about the mature ideas of family and marriage and just enjoy this wonderfully novel game of catch-that-weird-flashy-bug. They could laugh, truly laugh in ways they hadn't for some time.

"Oh!" he exclaimed when he saw a candle flicker fly into her mouth, whereupon her jaws snapped shut tightly like a bear-trap. That poor bastard.

Though Datura was enjoying himself and having quite a grand time watching Taima victimize the firebugs, he was in for a rude awakening. When she finally came back down, the boy smiled at her, admiring the joyful satisfaction written all over her face and watching the play of light that flickered from behind her teeth. Plooou!

He had no idea that she intended to spit it in his face!

"AHhhh!" he squealed, ducking his head sharply to avoid the buzzing critter that flashed all sorts of warning lights in his golden eyes as it streaked past his head. "Hey!" Datura threw a dirty look back at her. Two could play at this game, and he reached up a paw towards the wretched firefly — whose day was shaping up to be quite terrible by this point — and batted it back down, slinging it back at Taima's face as if it were a birdie in a game of badminton. "TAKE THAT, KNAVE!"

(This post was last modified: Apr 08, 2013, 12:56 AM by Datura.)

:D

this night is sparkling, don't you let it go, I'll spend

I’m wonderstruck

forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Taima shot him another grin, watching him duck and fumble out of the firefly's way against the dark backdrop of tree trunks and the reflective surface of the shallow parts of the marsh. He glared at her and her cheeky grin broadened in response. It seemed that nothing could wipe it off her face after hearing his exclamation of "Hey!" but she had been unprepared for what he had in mind. He recovered from her little antic and her smirk fell away for a split second as she watched him raise a muddied paw.

"TAKE THAT, KNAVE!" he countered, sending the bug back in her direction. She should have been quick enough to dodge it but he had taken her by surprise. It flew at directly at her, 'tapping' the place just above her left brow. She laughed with a shrug of her shoulders, her dampened tail wagging about in in good humor. "Pfffffshhhhhhh," she sounded, continuing to giggle even.

"Hotshot," she teased with a playful wrinkle of her muzzle. Her eyes went from his face back to the small flickering lights around them, staring up at them in awe. "My marsh had these," she commented, watching as one touched her nose briefly before flying away again as she blew at it. "My uncle said they were light-bugs or something."

When she made to look back at him again she drew a deep breath and exhaled quickly to send two fireflies in her companion's direction. She would have suggested to follow them to their next destination but a quick observation had her realize that the fireflies occupied the air everywhere rather than traveling in a linear fashion. Then, she thought of something.

Her ears drew forward and she gave him the most devious of looks. Her smile even curled upward even more on one side of her face to touch the mask-like marking under her eye. She leapt forward then pressed her nose briefly into the side of his face before withdrawing from him. Enough of being awestruck; she wanted to see him flinch and wince and maybe even play. Her bothering him with a mere touch, should be just enough to make him spring into action... or so she hoped. Just one wag of her tail and she she was off. "Can't catch me!" she taunted over her shoulder, wondering if he would partake in a brief game of tag while they moved further into the fen. The Lyall managed to stop a good distance away from him and dipped down into a play-bow, the light-bugs around her whirling about from her sudden approach. "C'mon!"

loodeedoooooo

and i'll be your goal, to have and to hold

a lover of the light !

"Hotshot."

Never had there been such a word to describe the golden boy who believed himself to be so unquestionably good and handsome, who only thought about others as they related him. It was as if he had never truly seen Belladonna, Adonis, or even Taima as they might have really been, as they were independent of himself. They only existed as his sister, his brother, his wife, for Datura didn't understand enough about the world or other people to furnish their heads with their own personalities and lives. No, he was the golden, brilliant sun at the center of the universe as his egos fanned the flames. Hotshot. Datura hardly even heard it and he probably wouldn't ever have the cause to think anything of it. But oh, it was true.

His glowing, gilded eyes followed the whimsical movement of the "light-bugs" as they moved about in the tempestuous current of Taima's breath. Distracted, he didn't notice the girl as she leaned in closer. She was nearly upon him before a flash of light by his eye caught his attention and— Oh shit. The coolness of her leathery nose brushed against his muzzle, and wrenched his head away from her. "HEY!" What was she doing? Trying to rub her snot all over him? Get him sick? When he whirled to face her, his face clouded with indignation, she was already on her feet and moving deeper into the marsh away from him, her tail stirring the light-bugs in her wake. "Want to bet?" he roared back at her, his tone much less playful than hers as he launched himself after her into the radiant darkness.