03-22-2022, 12:08 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
Pulsing. Squeezing. The delicious movement of bones shifting against straining muscle and coiled scales. The Serpent is pleased how the prey does not resist, doesn’t try to run or struggle, the poison released into her bloodstream and Death will be quick to follow. It doesn’t register what is happening, bones usually shift, bend, break when the Serpent wraps itself around them.
Devour. Hungry.
Not until eyes of red search the face of The Child (looking for the tell-tale signs of poison at work) and finds a different face instead. There is a rumble deep within the snake. Like thunder. Lilies and rain. Those green eyes. The squeezing stops. The Serpent is confused, something is wrong. And that is wrong in itself, it only knows the Hunger. Not confusion.
It’s not coming from the Serpent but from the Fae thing that it constantly tries to smother and trick into forgetting. Scales fall away. Click, click, click. Rushed, panicked. There is only forgiveness in her gaze, alarm in his own, when she presses a kiss to his mouth that is no longer serpentine but his own. There is no indifference, no mask. Just pure unadulterated horror written along the lines of glittering gold, etched in every crevice of his face as he looks at Cheri, the fang marks on her dark neck, and instantly knows that he is responsible.
His worst fear come to life.
He steps to her, to hold her to him when she is bound to collapse, and presses his muzzle to the wounds he had made as his golden light seeps beneath her skin and seeks to undo the damage he had caused. In the back of his mind, he thinks of what had happened between him and Rosemary. A kiss with fangs. That had been a sign and he hadn’t listened.
He was truly losing control if he had attacked her.
“Stay with me.” He pleads, a low whisky tone that’s raw and gruff with grief and remorse where its murmured against her dark skin. He throws the full weight of his healing power into the mare, into his mate, and closes his eyes so that he will not accidentally find that forgiveness that he doesn’t deserve. Can he pick himself up after she is gone, when he is responsible? No. He cannot. "Stay with me." Every word broken beneath the weight of his guilt.
Of The Child, he remembers nothing.
Devour. Hungry.
Not until eyes of red search the face of The Child (looking for the tell-tale signs of poison at work) and finds a different face instead. There is a rumble deep within the snake. Like thunder. Lilies and rain. Those green eyes. The squeezing stops. The Serpent is confused, something is wrong. And that is wrong in itself, it only knows the Hunger. Not confusion.
It’s not coming from the Serpent but from the Fae thing that it constantly tries to smother and trick into forgetting. Scales fall away. Click, click, click. Rushed, panicked. There is only forgiveness in her gaze, alarm in his own, when she presses a kiss to his mouth that is no longer serpentine but his own. There is no indifference, no mask. Just pure unadulterated horror written along the lines of glittering gold, etched in every crevice of his face as he looks at Cheri, the fang marks on her dark neck, and instantly knows that he is responsible.
His worst fear come to life.
He steps to her, to hold her to him when she is bound to collapse, and presses his muzzle to the wounds he had made as his golden light seeps beneath her skin and seeks to undo the damage he had caused. In the back of his mind, he thinks of what had happened between him and Rosemary. A kiss with fangs. That had been a sign and he hadn’t listened.
He was truly losing control if he had attacked her.
“Stay with me.” He pleads, a low whisky tone that’s raw and gruff with grief and remorse where its murmured against her dark skin. He throws the full weight of his healing power into the mare, into his mate, and closes his eyes so that he will not accidentally find that forgiveness that he doesn’t deserve. Can he pick himself up after she is gone, when he is responsible? No. He cannot. "Stay with me." Every word broken beneath the weight of his guilt.
Of The Child, he remembers nothing.
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