Soul Lust

Opening

Falling was all I knew, all I did. My soul, innocent from the influence of the dark was tainted with a spot of black, turning my white soul grey. I was no longer the person I was and it was all because of him.

Tainted. The one word that could describe his entire existence. All he knew was darkness, his soul harden from the cold that froze his heart. Pitch black was his mind, body, and soul, not an ounce of light could be found. Completely snuffed out from those he thought he could trust.

Bliss. This is what she was to him, utter bittersweet bliss, intriguing yet dangerous to touch. Pure and unblemished, she was not his kind, soulless. Not tainted by the darkness he calls friend.

But as fate would have it, the walls he built to block out the world, were the walls she tore down.

She was the reason for my erratic behavior. The one that painted my world in colour, opening the cage doors to my personal constructed cell. Tainting my soul with her purity and light. The one daring enough to befriend the darkest of minds. Yes, she was utter bitter-sweet bliss, very uncommon, that I yearn every waking second but fear to touch. For as a moth to a flame. I will be destroyed.

The walls I built.

The walls she destroyed.

S.Obsidian

Tainted.

The word that most use when speaking of him those, however, were outside views. Cryptic and enigmatic, relentless and cunning, refined, and a bit cynical were others.

To me, however, he was nothing but a turtle hiding inside its shell. For what reasons, I am unaware of. Though I know that I will unravel the secret that is Sebastian Obsidian, with or without his permission.

The walls he built.

The walls I destroyed.

N. William

Falling deeply into the warmth of his skin, feeling the roughness of his flesh against my own. The light yet sensual touches that grace my skin igniting the heat that lies beneath the surface, leaving me in flames.

This was utter, blissful torture that only so few could endure. The hairs on my body stand at attention to his caresses and hoarse breath on my neck.

"Lovely" He whispers against my ear, nibbling it softly moments later. In response to such an erotic touch, my breath hitched. I knew at that moment all senses and actions were all for him. He brought out a side of me that I never knew I had. Directing my gaze to his, my sights are engulfed in the dark, sensual embrace of his grey eyes. They told me all I wanted to know, all he tried to hide. The pain of his past, the concerns of his present and the uncertainty for his future.

Telling me to run but also made known I was his. Completely lost to everything around me. Memories of his smile, words, actions flooded my mind, it was of him. I was lost in him, my entire being was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. He was all I wanted, needed.

Overwhelmed by his surge of power. The control he has on me, consuming me whole heartily. My soul was now tainted by his. Yet the same went for him. Tainted by my light, it was as if he took a part of me as I had taken a part of him. Intertwining us for eternity, the definition of yin and yang, perfectly balanced yet perfectly unbalanced.

(A tale of dark and light to which two souls intertwined by the red string of fate.)

(The image is personally made by me)