The moon rose, illuminating the two figures who sat holding hands, interlocking fingers. Red strands of hair fly across the females face and the red-haired male lovingly pushes it back.
Silent conversations are wonderful things, although it is a bit disconcerting to find that the one to who you were speaking to was your brother. After all the ability of silent conversation only appears in your soulmate. Doesn't it?
The woman blinks carefully at the male, pleading and begging him not to leave her. Not alone. Not like this. Not when she loved him.
"Since I am tainted, why don't we be tainted together?"
"You taint me more than anything." The man's voice was careful as though he has knowledge of the territory he is tracking. He doesn't know, he never tracked the territory before, no one had. Crossing the line of relations.
"You told me once that I didn't know anything." Her voice seems mocking.
"You told me I was pretty big." He mocks back.
"You whispered that my eyes were those of a cat's." The exchanging of words suddenly become serious. A tear slides down the woman's face.
"You used to tell me everything." He remembers when she used to crawl into his bed, afraid of the pounding thunder. He remembers her innocent secrets, the ones she lovingly whispered to him, trusting him. Innocence.
They are not so innocent anymore.
"I don't whisper anymore do I?" No, she doesn't. Instead she screams when her heels dig into his waist. In time with when he yells out her name.