The slim, delicate cigarette flipped in his hand with ease. The unlit-beauty harmlessly danced between his fingers until the performance was arrested by her wielder. He looked at her calmly, but something was hiding behind his quiet demeanor, a well-disguised but uncontrollable yearning. He knew that at his lips touch he could bask in her splendor, but he was hesitant. He knew that the swirls of intoxicating vapor would only last a moment, and then she would be gone.
We are all weak to our more primitive urges.
Instantly desire takes hold of his reason and he anchors her to his mouth. As she glows amber in his lighter’s flame she casts her essence forward to him, and the addicting incantation is complete: The ignited-pixie and her wielder have become one, if only for another moment.
We are all weak to our more primitive urges.
Instantly desire takes hold of his reason and he anchors her to his mouth. As she glows amber in his lighter’s flame she casts her essence forward to him, and the addicting incantation is complete: The ignited-pixie and her wielder have become one, if only for another moment.