02-10-2017, 09:09 AM
Wait.
It was just a word, easily dismissed like any other. And yet, from her pretty mouth, it held him captive. He froze, his feet landing and halting completely, head bowed beneath the weight of his anguish. She always seemed to be gifted the power over him, passed so thoughtlessly to her gentle hands. Brought to heel at a simple word off her tongue. Hellbeast turned housepet.
Why...Why did you come to Tephra?
His head tilted just enough to catch her question from a shattered little voice, confused and lost like him. He had to pause a while and think on it. Because he couldn't remember now. Zoryn's retaliation had wiped every previous thought from his mind, the wounds of his time with her glaring so furiously back at him. And when she refused to heal, he was consumed in this sharp ache that swallowed him now, heart-breaking suffering that she would rather feel the pain and live with her weeping injuries. Because of him.
His back still to her, he turned his eyes to the sea; away from the land.
Tephra. He hated the name, hated this place. It reeked of the bastard that abandoned Cerva, just like everyone else in her life. But Dovev was the only one deserving of her abandonment, it seemed. Gone. Soon, his baby Atrani would follow. And he'd lose Leliana too. That's what he'd come to this place for, wasn't it? To lose her. To tell her he had a family and watch her turn away from him forever. But he didn't have a family. Cerva wasn't coming home and he needed to get that through his thick skull. All things he was not prepared to say just then.
Finally, he turned to her, his face blank. Tonight was supposed to be a time of truths. Only a few. If he was going to lose her, he'd do it as he held her. Because he was such a selfish bastard and he wanted her pressed against him. Needed to feel her again. There was hesitation though. The wounds ruining her perfect skin were so very loud to him, so accusing, and he had to glance away. It was only a moment before he was forcing his eyes to hers, holding that fragile gaze in his as he stalked purposefully back to her. She'd done it again; carefully warped his mood from reluctance, to rage, to depression, and now this. Subdued for her.
The heat of his body wrapped around her, cradled her close. That fragrance that was hers alone -something wild and beautiful- surrounded him, filled his mind in a delightful haze. It stirred such perfect memories that had his dark eyes softening and his blood warming. She wouldn't heal herself, but he couldn't bear to see them and his mouth hovered at her shoulder. Large and gaping, it could not be easily tended. Only by her, would it be so simple.
Leliana.. he breathed softly, his heart aching. The heat of his tongue gently pressed to the edge of it, nursing her. Just for tonight he would become something new; a fixer, instead of a destroyer.
He wished it didn't feel so good to taste her this way. So good. His breath shortened. The metallic bite in his mouth mixed with the scent of her coaxed a low vibration in his throat, a pleased Hnnng. He wished he didn't want to replace every hint of Zoryn's passing with his own scent. To cover every inch of her with him. She was broken by him, and upset. And he was definitely shifting into something else again.
Leliana, he said again, darker and heavier. A warning. A plea to make him stop.
It was just a word, easily dismissed like any other. And yet, from her pretty mouth, it held him captive. He froze, his feet landing and halting completely, head bowed beneath the weight of his anguish. She always seemed to be gifted the power over him, passed so thoughtlessly to her gentle hands. Brought to heel at a simple word off her tongue. Hellbeast turned housepet.
Why...Why did you come to Tephra?
His head tilted just enough to catch her question from a shattered little voice, confused and lost like him. He had to pause a while and think on it. Because he couldn't remember now. Zoryn's retaliation had wiped every previous thought from his mind, the wounds of his time with her glaring so furiously back at him. And when she refused to heal, he was consumed in this sharp ache that swallowed him now, heart-breaking suffering that she would rather feel the pain and live with her weeping injuries. Because of him.
His back still to her, he turned his eyes to the sea; away from the land.
Tephra. He hated the name, hated this place. It reeked of the bastard that abandoned Cerva, just like everyone else in her life. But Dovev was the only one deserving of her abandonment, it seemed. Gone. Soon, his baby Atrani would follow. And he'd lose Leliana too. That's what he'd come to this place for, wasn't it? To lose her. To tell her he had a family and watch her turn away from him forever. But he didn't have a family. Cerva wasn't coming home and he needed to get that through his thick skull. All things he was not prepared to say just then.
Finally, he turned to her, his face blank. Tonight was supposed to be a time of truths. Only a few. If he was going to lose her, he'd do it as he held her. Because he was such a selfish bastard and he wanted her pressed against him. Needed to feel her again. There was hesitation though. The wounds ruining her perfect skin were so very loud to him, so accusing, and he had to glance away. It was only a moment before he was forcing his eyes to hers, holding that fragile gaze in his as he stalked purposefully back to her. She'd done it again; carefully warped his mood from reluctance, to rage, to depression, and now this. Subdued for her.
The heat of his body wrapped around her, cradled her close. That fragrance that was hers alone -something wild and beautiful- surrounded him, filled his mind in a delightful haze. It stirred such perfect memories that had his dark eyes softening and his blood warming. She wouldn't heal herself, but he couldn't bear to see them and his mouth hovered at her shoulder. Large and gaping, it could not be easily tended. Only by her, would it be so simple.
Leliana.. he breathed softly, his heart aching. The heat of his tongue gently pressed to the edge of it, nursing her. Just for tonight he would become something new; a fixer, instead of a destroyer.
He wished it didn't feel so good to taste her this way. So good. His breath shortened. The metallic bite in his mouth mixed with the scent of her coaxed a low vibration in his throat, a pleased Hnnng. He wished he didn't want to replace every hint of Zoryn's passing with his own scent. To cover every inch of her with him. She was broken by him, and upset. And he was definitely shifting into something else again.
Leliana, he said again, darker and heavier. A warning. A plea to make him stop.
