11-21-2015, 01:13 AM
 and you’re so mysterious, got that obsession with death
got your unkind of ravens and your murder of crows He can see how real it is – her not-dream – and he believes her. Yet for all his belief, Daemron had not been there, though her harrowed gaze tells him otherwise. To Pyxis, he had been there. He had done the things she said he’d done. He had sunk teeth to bone while his wolf tore her family to pieces. He had murdered her. Frustration coils like a snake in the pit of his belly as he watches her. He watches the way she tenses like prey, the way she chokes over her words, and the way she looks at him. (Like something more.) He doesn’t know how to answer her, for she stands before his very eyes – her ribcage fluttering with every breath, her lips soft with every exhale – and tells him that she had not survived. A marvel, then, that something in her comes alive at his touch – and oh, how he burns with it, losing himself in the feel of her lips upon his flesh only to respond in turn, pressing his body roughly against hers. The heat of her, the heady scent, the way she burns with him – nothing could matter more. (Such sweet destruction.) His mouth runs along the curve of her neck, finds the hollow of her throat – reality crashing with the echoes of a dream. Hell, he could drink her in like this forever. (Too late.) Her absence from him is all too sudden – a blow that leaves a raw, fiery imprint. A blow that causes something ferocious in him to stir. Love does not hurt. It kills. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he stares at her, almost unseeing. You’ll kill me. It’s then that he barks with laughter (short and angry) and his eyes refocus to pierce hers. Shaking his willowed head, Daemron’s mouth forms a hard line. “If that’s true, then I won’t be the one to kill you.” He steps close, knowing it would be too much for her. For him, it would never be enough. “Because you’ll never let me love you,” a statement, not a question – and yet however terse, he cannot keep from adding, “Will you?” Like maybe she would. daemron cause you’re so dark, oh, but I want you hard |