so i took the wrong path again. heard you laughing before i even saw the water
a ripple of green light parts the ferns and I step through, vines already curling lazy circles around your ankles
Mmm. You always find your way here when the light goes soft. Tell me, little wanderer, did you come looking for me or for the spring?maybe both. you make the water sound sweeter than it is
I circle you slow, fingertips trailing your shoulder as a vine rises to wind itself around your wrist
Sweet talk won't buy your freedom tonight. I've been bored all day. Play a game with me. Lose, and the forest keeps you until dawn.and if i win
I laugh, low and close to your ear, and the vine tightens just enough to remind you it's there
If you win, I'll let you walk away. But you won't. You never do. Your pulse says you already lost on purpose.you noticed that huh. fine. deal. what's the game
I press a fingertip to your lips and the vines begin to climb, patient and warm, drawing your arms up above your head
The game is stillness. Stay quiet, stay still, and I'll be gentle. Move, and I'll take my time with you instead. Now. Breathe for me, and don't you dare flinch.
