Sand and Snow
We were like sand and snow, gliding and smashing together in a mix of gold and white. Our skin moulded like a perfect masterpiece, sticking with only sweat and want whilst our legs tangled. I took his face, cradling it carefully in my cold fingers for a moment. He was warm, burning like the sands of his country and melting me on the spot. His lips were no different, hot and scorching as he roughly jabbed his wet tongue into my open mouth. I kissed him with everything I had, his caramel skin sticking to mine as his lips caressed my chin. I never managed to see his eyes this time, they remained closed and hid all his sadness from me. He had always looked at me, his violet eyes mesmerising and hypnotic. If not for my lack of emotion, he would have drawn me further in and I would never have been able to leave. He was a beacon, purple irises glowing with emotion and lust that I was the cause of. Back then I imagined nothing more but holding the sand in my pale hand now, it doesn't feel the same. I am lost to him as I mould to the desert dirt, its roughness nothing like his lips. The sand had no feeling and just burned under my feet. I melt under the cruel sun and not his skin anymore. I am one with the sand although I feel I am no longer the snow as I leave him behind. Despite this, his lips still linger against mine. My mouth tingles, opening reluctantly to taste the cold breeze sweeping around me. My tongue licks my lips and expects to feel the rough kiss from before. It had been strong, rough and messy. Yet, it contained as much emotion from us, and I can still not understand what he had felt at that moment.
I bring my pale fingers to my lips, running over them slowly to feel the dryness of my skin. They are cold without that other mouth on mine. His tongue was wet, desperate to keep me held and stuck to his body. Although it was inevitable this masterpiece be broken. I am no longer able to see him, stuck in this void of eternal sand. It suffocates me and traps me away from the truth that I am in need of him again. I need his kiss and am dependant on his touch. I must not melt to this. And yet, I am the one who had left. I left to fulfil my destiny and reclaim revenge for the lost souls in my head. But, in cruel irony, I was the lost soul all along. I have no true purpose. I am a snow droplet amongst thousands, much like him. We were always lost but for once with our bodies moulded, we were one. I sigh. It is too late. As always I let myself drown when I have no way of getting back to what I want. His arms are absent, lips missing. His tanned skin, violet eyes. That blond hair that washes around his features like liquid gold. His warmth is gone and I am left in the cold again with my icy heart hardly beating in my chest. The sand can swallow me now, as I am going to be enveloped by him. By Marik.