02-26-2017, 11:02 AM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=EB+Garamond|Josefin+Sans' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.dovlayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#010103;} .dovgradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background:#2b282e;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: -o-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: -moz-linear-gradient(#2b282e, #454f54, #2b282e);background: linear-gradient(#141319, #2b282e, #141319); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .dovpic {width:600px; height:600px; background-image:url('https://s17.postimg.org/c9jh4j7cv/dov.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-30px;box-shadow: inset -5px 15px 25px #000;} .dovpost {padding:40px 40px 20px 40px;text-align:justify;font-family: 'EB Garamond', serif; color: #5b585c; line-height: 18.5px;} .dovpost span{font-family: 'Josefin Sans', sans-serif; font-size:14px; color:#818d9b;}</style><center><div class=dovgradient><div class=dovlayout><div class=dovpic></div><div class=dovpost>She made a soft sound as she curled further into him, a sound that felt like the prick of a needle to sensitive nerves. Painful and sad, heart-clenching. Her wing tightened around him and he returned it with his own firm pull deeper into his embrace. His heart broke at the suffering he'd brought her, and a tear slid down the sharp angles of his face. All he ever did was hurt her. He knew this and yet still he stayed, still he couldn't bear to leave her side. He was so selfish, so painfully selfish.
Her beautiful face turned just slightly, just enough that her soft lips met his leg then his chest as she settled there above his suddenly thundering heart. His breath caught, lost in the tingling sensation of her mouth laying against his sensitive skin, his mind locked on her unsteady breaths fanning against him. Oh no, this was bad. Why did she have to stir him so easily, so quickly, like simmering coals just waiting for her touch to stoke them back to glaring life?
There was no way he was going to touch her this way, the way that he so desperately wanted to. He couldn't do that to her, he'd already done so much. But it didn't make him want to any less. He forced himself to breathe slowly. Controlling, forceful; he'd always been that way, with everything but her. God don't let him be that way with her. It unfurled in his chest though, it was his nature to be, and the blackness spread within him.
<i>I don't think I'll ever heal from you.</i> Destruction and suffering was all he ever gave her. That and the good memories, the ones where they touched and held each other, bonded in a way he didn't understand. A connection between unlikely hearts. A dark one, a pure one. He could feel it there, tied so securely to his. No matter where he went, she was dragged along too. But he was glad she was not physically pulled with him, could not witness the heinous acts he committed when he forced everything from his mind. When she wasn't there to subdue him like a sweet lullaby to a hellbeast.
He couldn't do it to her, couldn't touch her how his body and mind craved to. His chin tucked to his chest, finally seeing the track of tears on her perfect face that broke his heart. Tentatively, he reached for her, uncertain if she would let him, if she would want him to. Because somehow that always mattered with her, whether she would want him.
He breathed warmly on her damp cheek, aching to reverse all the damage he'd done to her. Gingerly, almost hesitantly, his tongue pressed against her, tenderly licked away the clear and salty blood of a broken, bleeding heart, ignoring the racing pulse in his own. Cleaned her beautiful face.
Tried so hard to wipe away his mark on her life.
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Her beautiful face turned just slightly, just enough that her soft lips met his leg then his chest as she settled there above his suddenly thundering heart. His breath caught, lost in the tingling sensation of her mouth laying against his sensitive skin, his mind locked on her unsteady breaths fanning against him. Oh no, this was bad. Why did she have to stir him so easily, so quickly, like simmering coals just waiting for her touch to stoke them back to glaring life?
There was no way he was going to touch her this way, the way that he so desperately wanted to. He couldn't do that to her, he'd already done so much. But it didn't make him want to any less. He forced himself to breathe slowly. Controlling, forceful; he'd always been that way, with everything but her. God don't let him be that way with her. It unfurled in his chest though, it was his nature to be, and the blackness spread within him.
<i>I don't think I'll ever heal from you.</i> Destruction and suffering was all he ever gave her. That and the good memories, the ones where they touched and held each other, bonded in a way he didn't understand. A connection between unlikely hearts. A dark one, a pure one. He could feel it there, tied so securely to his. No matter where he went, she was dragged along too. But he was glad she was not physically pulled with him, could not witness the heinous acts he committed when he forced everything from his mind. When she wasn't there to subdue him like a sweet lullaby to a hellbeast.
He couldn't do it to her, couldn't touch her how his body and mind craved to. His chin tucked to his chest, finally seeing the track of tears on her perfect face that broke his heart. Tentatively, he reached for her, uncertain if she would let him, if she would want him to. Because somehow that always mattered with her, whether she would want him.
He breathed warmly on her damp cheek, aching to reverse all the damage he'd done to her. Gingerly, almost hesitantly, his tongue pressed against her, tenderly licked away the clear and salty blood of a broken, bleeding heart, ignoring the racing pulse in his own. Cleaned her beautiful face.
Tried so hard to wipe away his mark on her life.
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