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RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - violence - 02-26-2020 violence these violent delights bring violent ends RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - Clegane - 03-30-2020 He had run, that was true, but he hadn't gone far. The creature had made quick work of his mother; shoved her with a swipe that broke her and turned towards the more delectable morsel. For each three of the colt's skittering strides the beast taken one, and for all his panting and terror, Clegane couldn't have hidden anyway. He doesn't remember how it caught him, but he does remember that suddenly he wasn't running anymore. Suddenly he was being pushed to the ground and smothered by something dark and foul. One step closer to the truth, he begins to shy, but cunning Violence is there in an instant. The press of her body against his own is both maternal and sensual, and he doesn't know which of these things is the one which coxes out what she wants. He cracks the memory open like a skull so she may drink her fill off the sweet filth that had been rotting his soul and souring his stomach for years. Memories he hasn't accessed since he sobbed into Solace's neck wash over him, hot and cold. Memories he had always known were there but was too weak to look in the face: The feeling of claws scraping across his skill, bumping along the dips and vales of his little face as it held him close. Canines sinking into the soft places of his muzzle as it tried to suffocate him in the case the damage already given was not enough. The overwhelming iron wetness everywhere, the air he couldn't get. The sound of his mother's prayer to the Dark God as she pulled it off him with the strength she should not have. His skin is slick with the fear which seeps from his pores; his eyes roll back below his closed lids. He had always been a creature of fight, not flight. But even as these memories shake his body and he wonders if she thinks him brave. If she thinks he is a brave little boy or a very pathetic man. @[violence] RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - violence - 04-17-2020 violence these violent delights bring violent ends @[Clegane] RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - Clegane - 04-23-2020 It is over. She withdraws, leaving him empty. She touches his face and aftershock ripples across his shoulders. His skin twitches and muscles gently contract as they release the tension he had absorbed. But Clegane leans into the touch, ever so slightly. The intensity of what has left him leaves him wondering if he can stand. He tries and fails to meet her gaze, too weary to fully lift his eyes to her smile or fight the comfort of her muzzle. "No," he replies, soft and subdued. That part of it didn't bother him as much as it should. The few memories he had of his mother were of sickness and survival - hardly the sort of thing that inspired nostalgia. He hadn't seen her dead, but he had seen enough. He had seen the gaping wound in such a vital place on the body already broken by the plague. "I only survived because she passed me to my grandmother with some kind of magic." He had been content with Solace after his wounds had healed and the fear had passed. She had kept him warm, fed and safe, and that had been the first time he had experienced those things. He hadn't remembered to grieve for the mother he barley knew. A strange idea occurs to him, his loneliness and wistfulness mixing dangerously, and he finds the energy to meet her gaze. "I wish I could remember where it happened." @[violence] RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - violence - 05-08-2020 violence these violent delights bring violent ends @[Clegane] RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - Clegane - 06-06-2020 “What would you do,” she asks, “if you could? Would you go back?” and he can almost hear the unspoken words. Would you face your monster, your demons? His brow furrows at the question, although he had already made up his mind. He notices, in the short silence, that his usual covering of frost had melted during the heat of their interaction. But from his sweat and the particles of magic around them, it begins to reform - filling the air with the delicate sound of ice interlocking before he breaks the silence. "I would," he replies. His is voice stronger now, more sure than it has been for the length of their encounter. But it is not bravery that makes him say such a thing. This place and what happened there, it is a missing piece from his life. Later, he will ask himself why. Why would he want to visit a place where he had suffered? He does not think he will find enjoyment, but it calls to him regardless. There is a darker curiosity that draws him back to what he has run from his entire adolescence. Violence had forced him to look the terrible thing in the face and now he finds he wants to see more - and in the shadow of this woman, with small tremors still ricocheting across his body, it feels right to explore such things. RE: is there a part I haven't found; any - violence - 06-22-2020 violence these violent delights bring violent ends |