04-18-2020, 04:29 PM
i will be brutal
Has he ever felt like he belonged among the masses or the rolling hills of Beqanna? In truth, he has never considered it. He has always had a habit of brute forcing himself into situations and commanding a space of his own in this world. Maybe sometimes it fell naturally into his lap and he simply failed to notice. Maybe this world has always given to his every desire. When Ryatah draws closer, he observes her with an ancient greed. Whether she is meant to be his is entirely beside the point.
Larva wants to reach out and snatch the halo from her head so he can learn what divinity tastes like. Would it paint his tongue the same as the first blood he ever drew? Even after all these years, he still remembers what it was like to sink his teeth into someone for the first time. It was always the ones he claimed to love the most that died between his jaws.
“Are you offering?” she says, and he feels a smile form across his face. But he couldn’t drag her back to Tephra and hide her in the jungle for him to enjoy whenever he pleased. Maybe he could make this little grove in the forest his, and her as well. His breath stutters at the thought as he begins to trace his teeth across her back and up her spine, along her neck until he reaches her jaw. Her skin tastes like a bleeding heart and it sends a shiver through him.
“No, I think it would be more fun to hunt you down again and again,” he mumbles into the curve of her jawline, mostly to himself. “To find you in the same spot I left you would be too mundane, too expected.”
His eyes trace the curve of her hips for a while as he presses his side tight to hers. She’s warm like basking in the sun and she smells like wildflowers. Somehow, this observation angers him. Ryatah reminds him of all the beautiful, perfect things in this world and he hates it. He reaches out to catch a lock of that pristine white mane between his teeth so he can tug at it roughly – a little test to see if he gets a reaction of her. Larva has always ached to ruin all good things in this world and it seems she won’t be any different.
“I’ll let you go when I’m done, and then you can run back to whatever suitor awaits you. Then, when I’m bored, I’ll find you and we can let everyone watch.”
It doesn’t occur to him that they’ve done this whole song and dance before. But this time he burns her face into his memory and he places love bites across her shoulder just to taste her blood. He’s careful not to bite so deep that it might scar, though. He always leaves without a trace, in the end.
Larva wants to reach out and snatch the halo from her head so he can learn what divinity tastes like. Would it paint his tongue the same as the first blood he ever drew? Even after all these years, he still remembers what it was like to sink his teeth into someone for the first time. It was always the ones he claimed to love the most that died between his jaws.
“Are you offering?” she says, and he feels a smile form across his face. But he couldn’t drag her back to Tephra and hide her in the jungle for him to enjoy whenever he pleased. Maybe he could make this little grove in the forest his, and her as well. His breath stutters at the thought as he begins to trace his teeth across her back and up her spine, along her neck until he reaches her jaw. Her skin tastes like a bleeding heart and it sends a shiver through him.
“No, I think it would be more fun to hunt you down again and again,” he mumbles into the curve of her jawline, mostly to himself. “To find you in the same spot I left you would be too mundane, too expected.”
His eyes trace the curve of her hips for a while as he presses his side tight to hers. She’s warm like basking in the sun and she smells like wildflowers. Somehow, this observation angers him. Ryatah reminds him of all the beautiful, perfect things in this world and he hates it. He reaches out to catch a lock of that pristine white mane between his teeth so he can tug at it roughly – a little test to see if he gets a reaction of her. Larva has always ached to ruin all good things in this world and it seems she won’t be any different.
“I’ll let you go when I’m done, and then you can run back to whatever suitor awaits you. Then, when I’m bored, I’ll find you and we can let everyone watch.”
It doesn’t occur to him that they’ve done this whole song and dance before. But this time he burns her face into his memory and he places love bites across her shoulder just to taste her blood. He’s careful not to bite so deep that it might scar, though. He always leaves without a trace, in the end.