Even among the sharp, rhythmic shrieks of frogs that sat alongside the water's edge of the reflecting pool, the Peacock Angel heard Amarante's soft giggle, a splash could have been a large bullfrog but he suspected it part of her game.
Even the long grass in need of trimming and the sweet scented moss and loam did not hide her entirely. He caught sight of a small glitter in the moonlight. Was it an animal lying in wait or more likely the eye of the one he was hunting for? Even as an demon, one accustomed to the creatures of the Dark both from the Underworld and of the Fae, he couldn't be entirely sure.
To test his theory, he turned away from the tiny sliver of light that had caught his attention to take a couple of steps toward a Persian silk tree, laden with feathery pink flowers that were redolent with perfume. Just as he did so, and if he was right, she would move once again. If not, he would continue to hunt for her.
Melek wanted to win the game, but rather than claim the prize from her unwillingly, he wanted, hoped that she would come to him willingly, wager or no. He indulged himself in the thought of her wanting him, the tenderness that had passed between him when she touched his wings, and as he was about to lose himself in his reverie, he heard and sensed movement among the sweet scent of night blooming lillies.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2017-04-21 11:23 pm (UTC)Even the long grass in need of trimming and the sweet scented moss and loam did not hide her entirely. He caught sight of a small glitter in the moonlight. Was it an animal lying in wait or more likely the eye of the one he was hunting for? Even as an demon, one accustomed to the creatures of the Dark both from the Underworld and of the Fae, he couldn't be entirely sure.
To test his theory, he turned away from the tiny sliver of light that had caught his attention to take a couple of steps toward a Persian silk tree, laden with feathery pink flowers that were redolent with perfume. Just as he did so, and if he was right, she would move once again. If not, he would continue to hunt for her.
Melek wanted to win the game, but rather than claim the prize from her unwillingly, he wanted, hoped that she would come to him willingly, wager or no. He indulged himself in the thought of her wanting him, the tenderness that had passed between him when she touched his wings, and as he was about to lose himself in his reverie, he heard and sensed movement among the sweet scent of night blooming lillies.