Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
For once, just once could everything be simple? Just once could something actually go right? They dance tentatively around each other, prodding each other’s thick walls in the hopes that the other would crumble first. So much hurt, pain, mind games. At the end of the day, those guarded looks and thick stubbornness would only hurt them more. Both of their anxiety simmering and mirrored in the dark reflections of haunted pupils (or pupil in his case).
Despite the fear of the unknown, the fear of rejection, he cannot turn and leave her. He can’t withdraw, too far gone. She had let him taste that pure moment of unfiltered happiness. Such a raw overwhelming feeling. So greedy for more, needing to feel that trembling want of her pressed against him forever and always. The desperate clumsy words that escape him taste bitter on his tongue and he instantly regrets saying them at all.
That is until his wishes come to fruition and she is pulling him close and his face is buried into the sweet salty scent of her tangled mane. Breathing in deep, skin of ash and brine. Feather light kisses trace alongside the hollowed slope of his neck and he is so overwhelmed to have her so close after avoiding each other for so long. The moment her heated mouth finds his own, any lingering doubts are instantly thrown out the window.
Soft curved ears gently swivel forward, his eyelid closing as he listens for the truth in her pleas. And as the last confirmation finally reaches him he steadily looks at her with such unbridled desire, suddenly so very calm amongst this raging storm they had created. ”I love you Ellyse.” Whatever uncertainty that had lingered in his mind simply disappears as the words become reality, realizing within himself how true they really were. Words he had never said to anyone, ever. Only for her. ”There is no one in this world for me but you.”
If the day came when Magnus returned then he would face it head on. Knowing his father the way he did, deep down he would probably understand. It didn’t matter anyways, nothing mattered but this. The last remaining cobwebs of doubt are shed as a strength surprising to everyone, including him, takes over the gaunt stallion. Pushing himself against her, fierce kisses pressed to her lips.
There is something different when he tastes her, when their flesh blurs against each other’s. There are flickers of stallion and bear, becoming one and the same as they both acknowledge the fire she inspires. The passion better than that first time, ignited. His touch a little harder, a little rougher, casting off any last trace images of Dahmer from his mind and from her.
Ledger