[private] I craved to get back that feeling I’d known; luster

[fenris]

you know, I think it was born of a feeling that I got when I left from your home

then it turned into something repeating and I couldn’t let it alone

She could swallow him hole in the vastness of her pain, he thinks. She could drag him down into the endless depths of it until there was no beginning, no end—nothing but the pain and the wholeness of it. He wants to walk away because it hurts to stand here and feel the daggers of her existence bury to the hilt into his chest, but he remembers how it hurt to spend so long away from her too, and he remains.

Remains even as her eyes sharpen and she does not yield.

Remains even as she whispers her question in the space between them.

“You can change and remain the same,” he says, angling his head just slightly. “The ocean remains the ocean, even in the storm and the tempest, even in the calm that comes after.” He wants to reach for her and feel that heat against his chest—that fire, that blade—but he holds himself apart. “So do you.”

But he does not need to wait for long, because her breathy threats are followed by her closing the distance herself. His breath hitches—he cannot help it—and then she is there. her mouth against his. Exploring him and the ridged muscle that jumps beneath the flesh as he clenches his jaw.

He doesn’t fold around her, although he considers it.

He lets her explore and he remains still.

Even as she presses her treacherous magic against him.

Fenris stiffens suddenly, the dark desire leaving his eyes like a candle snuffed. “I’m sorry,” his voice is a husky growl as his eyes focus on her again, trying to study her. Why did she look so familiar? “I don’t think I know you,” his lips twitch into a shadow of a smile—something flirtatious and shallow.

“And I should probably be taking my leave.”

who’d have known that I’d ever be reeling simply from being on my own

oh, I craved and I craved and I craved and I craved to get back that feeling I’d known

@[Luster]