02-12-2017, 12:27 PM
Of course you haven't. A brief pause. I never said we were through.
Her voice was a blunt weapon to his back, a hard thump filled with purpose he could only guess at. But he ignored it. He would not be called to heel, not by her. His master was a very different beast, and no other could sway him from a course he chose. So he didn't stop, didn't hesitate.
Until everything went black.
He froze, shoulders tight as he kept his head still and tried to look around. His nostrils flared and his hearing focused, naturally trying to make up for the sudden absence of his vision. More than that, his skin prickled as though grasping through the air for her. This wasn't the blackness he always sought by force, the one to drag him under and into blissful sleep. Because he was still awake and wishing he wasn't.
The first thing in his mind was Atrani, always his Atrani. But she was born this way, and wouldn't truly understand the loss. Because she didn't have a loss. She simply was this way, blind because of him. Because of his cursed blood running through her and soiling her, stealing her very eyes from her skull. Still so perfect though, his little Cerva. Still his heart stolen and beating outside of himself.
And then as she passed closed to him, her heat mingling with his, he thought of Leliana with him in his dark cave. She probably didn't realize how she toyed with his memories; how she tossed him into sweeping emotions, one so different from the next.
Now he was subdued, because that is what Leliana does to him.
Back in his dark home with her, feeling her warmth next to him and barely being able to see her in the deep blackness. It didn't matter that he knew he was still here, in the meadow with a stranger. Day, and not night. Not Ischia. It only mattered that he could feel her, her soft muzzle brushing gently against him, across his back and shoulder, along his neck. Disappearing over armor plates and coming back again with soothing heat.
His head curled around toward her in reflex, in memory, reaching for her too. He wanted to press his mouth to her cheek, her neck, her throat, and tried to. Tried to sweep gently parted lips over that graceful curve of muscle in her neck, breathe her in even if it wasn't the right scent, just different. Still beautiful, still soothing. Still so warm and tempting.
She spoke again, and he shook his head no, just barely. He didn't think he was answering her, wasn't sure if he heard her. Only gave that little shake, Don't speak, and tenderly reached for her, blindly sought out her perfect skin through the heat in the air around her.
Her voice was a blunt weapon to his back, a hard thump filled with purpose he could only guess at. But he ignored it. He would not be called to heel, not by her. His master was a very different beast, and no other could sway him from a course he chose. So he didn't stop, didn't hesitate.
Until everything went black.
He froze, shoulders tight as he kept his head still and tried to look around. His nostrils flared and his hearing focused, naturally trying to make up for the sudden absence of his vision. More than that, his skin prickled as though grasping through the air for her. This wasn't the blackness he always sought by force, the one to drag him under and into blissful sleep. Because he was still awake and wishing he wasn't.
The first thing in his mind was Atrani, always his Atrani. But she was born this way, and wouldn't truly understand the loss. Because she didn't have a loss. She simply was this way, blind because of him. Because of his cursed blood running through her and soiling her, stealing her very eyes from her skull. Still so perfect though, his little Cerva. Still his heart stolen and beating outside of himself.
And then as she passed closed to him, her heat mingling with his, he thought of Leliana with him in his dark cave. She probably didn't realize how she toyed with his memories; how she tossed him into sweeping emotions, one so different from the next.
Now he was subdued, because that is what Leliana does to him.
Back in his dark home with her, feeling her warmth next to him and barely being able to see her in the deep blackness. It didn't matter that he knew he was still here, in the meadow with a stranger. Day, and not night. Not Ischia. It only mattered that he could feel her, her soft muzzle brushing gently against him, across his back and shoulder, along his neck. Disappearing over armor plates and coming back again with soothing heat.
His head curled around toward her in reflex, in memory, reaching for her too. He wanted to press his mouth to her cheek, her neck, her throat, and tried to. Tried to sweep gently parted lips over that graceful curve of muscle in her neck, breathe her in even if it wasn't the right scent, just different. Still beautiful, still soothing. Still so warm and tempting.
She spoke again, and he shook his head no, just barely. He didn't think he was answering her, wasn't sure if he heard her. Only gave that little shake, Don't speak, and tenderly reached for her, blindly sought out her perfect skin through the heat in the air around her.
no, it is fabulous <33 she has magic and she should definitely use that however the hell she wants or i will be sad.
