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ain't no grave can hold my body down - cobain - 07-27-2020 COBAIN i said i'd not come back. well, i'm coming back - and you'd better be alone. He remembers everything – the dying, the anger, the cold grip pulling him under. There was still so much left to do and yet he was never freed from his prison in the afterlife. It burned him to his core to watch his children squander their every opportunity – especially Larva. How many chances would that wretched child receive? Why did death love him so sweetly while Cobain was forced to watch? But the gates have been torn down and he has finally found his way back to the living. He howls with laughter when he steps onto the beach and feels the sun soak him in its warmth. His skull has been dust for so many years but now he is home at last. Cobain gleefully treads across the sand and drinks it all in with his vibrant green eyes. Everything is so new, so changed since these lungs last drew breath! And yet the meadow welcomes him home with a gentle breeze across his handsome face. Its prodigal son, returned to it at last. His dark locks hang down his gray neck and tangle in the wind as he tilts his head this way and that. All these strangers are so peculiar and so strange compared to him. His appetite for life had been renewed, but now his cup runneth over. Where should a lecher like him even begin? Cobain’s tongue briefly traces his upper lip as he ponders this question. A new first kiss, new bodies to be defiled – the curse of his lessons all forgotten in a fleeting second. Finally, he decides that there is no need to be so ceremonious with this second chance. He approaches the nearest woman and delicately places a teasing nip at her withers. The old ways may have been forgotten, but he holds them dear to his heart. RE: ain't no grave can hold my body down - aurorae - 07-27-2020 aurorae I said I never knew the moral but I guess that's how the story goes @[cobain] RE: ain't no grave can hold my body down - cobain - 08-04-2020 COBAIN i said i'd not come back. well, i'm coming back - and you'd better be alone. She neither startles nor bristles at his sudden touch and it’s enough to keep him here for a little longer – two animals caught in each other’s trap. He offers a shrug of broad gray shoulders and a light-hearted laugh. No words, only gestures. He presses his side to hers and studies the way her warmth feels across his skin for a while. Any sort of heat feels so foreign and yet so welcomed after centuries of being dead and nothing. But then she speaks her name and his gaze drifts up to her eyes. “I don’t recall asking,” he says as though pondering if he had after all. But his brows unfurrow quickly and he touches his lips to her neck like he’s been starving to be close to someone like this. And maybe he has, this ravenous hunger brewing within him all this time. Aurorae isn’t special but the way his eyes devour her must make it seem like she is. Cobain becomes temporarily infatuated with every figure he meets. “Where are you from, Aurorae? You smell like grave roses,” he notes as he carefully grooms her mane like some doting lover. “I rather like grave roses.” And then, just to keep her on her toes, he bites at her neck. Cobain examines her every micro expression like dissecting a wasp – delicate so as not to break her but careful not to get stung at the same time. Still, even if she did lash out, he supposes the veil would permit him another grand entrance just as before. RE: ain't no grave can hold my body down - aurorae - 08-09-2020 aurorae I said I never knew the moral but I guess that's how the story goes RE: ain't no grave can hold my body down - cobain - 08-23-2020 COBAIN i said i'd not come back. well, i'm coming back - and you'd better be alone. She simply smiles and keeps in time with every step of this dance. He's growing suspicious that she may be too much like him, that they are two halves of the same depraved coin. But she says she rarely needs to be asked and a genuine laugh finds its way from his lips to settle melodically in her ears. She doesn't return his question and he finds himself thankful for that. Cobain isn't from anywhere, really. He could never pledge his heart to anyone or anywhere. Aurorae seems delighted to feel his teeth across her skin and so he offers her a second, third love bite near the corner of her jaw before withholding such affections from her for a while. Would she squirm after such a fleeting taste of his attention? He lifts his chin from her and stares at the sky as he weighs her question in his mind. Of course, he had not cared for his own early grave, but he would be overjoyed to see others put in theirs. Such a bittersweet relationship to have with death. "Hmm, others', perhaps. I don't believe dying and death are quite my forte, though," he finally says as his gaze finds hers again. Breath by breath, he grows wary of her and her practiced mannerisms. She reminds him of the woman that set off the chain of events that killed him. Oh, but his lecherous heart just aches to dance that line between here and danger again! Cobain places a delicate kiss near the corner of her brilliant smile to be sure he still has her nibbling at his hook a while longer. "You know, you pluck and tease my heartstrings like you've done this before," he says. It's a lie, naturally, but he has rehearsed it again and again after someone spoke the words to him before. It had almost made him feel a shade of guilt beneath the pristine walls guarding that raw, angry heart. Now he waits to see if it draws anything up from the depths of her as well. RE: ain't no grave can hold my body down - aurorae - 08-23-2020 aurorae I said I never knew the moral but I guess that's how the story goes @[cobain] |