Linger on you

Seryale’s eyes were dull and half opened. He was still staring out the same window, but after the minutes crawled past, he was getting bored. There really wasn’t a use for him there nor a goal to accomplish. He knew that this wouldn’t impress Miraye in the most part since she was already highly suspicious since that one particular night.

And what was happening in those closed doors? Dare he let his thoughts wander? He doubted that Larkin’s libido returned after a fatal injury. But the man had the fuel of a fox in heat. Seryale shrugged. The shrike and the girl were just conversing, that’s all.

In the distant skies, a dragon flew past the early sun.

The sorcerer leaned back and closed his eyes. He sighed to himself. He didn’t like to wait. He didn’t like to be bored either. He was craving to fly out the window and catch that frail dove in his arms and never let go. But like he thought, he already lost her and finding her again would take a long, tedious process before creeping back into her soul. Oh, Miraye, he thought. Miraye, Miraye, Miraye. The dumb fool was so love sick that this was his only weakness. How his thoughts lingered to her sad, perfect eyes and her melancholy lips with every step he took. How he longed to brush his skin against her dove white flesh as he breathed in the scent of roses in her hair. To kiss those lips once more would be divine…

His eyes snapped open and he clutched his head. His knees were weak and his body ran with tremors. He smiled weakly. He let his defense soar down so immediately. Fool, he called himself. Idiot. Imbecile. You were so open to attack and didn’t notice it.

A fool in love, he sighed.

He felt the familiar blood surge that had left his upper body. He shook his head while that soft smile lingered on his young face as he gazed down. And with love comes lust, after all. But that was what brought you here in the first place.

And with a sudden swish of his hand, he remained silent in both whispers and thoughts.

“I’m hungry, come to think of it,” he told himself after he broke his own long silence. Seryale’s robes flapped with his turn and he slid down the hallway before climbing down the elegant pathway of stairs.