11-19-2017, 06:10 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
"Ruined?" Dahmer asks with mock offense, amusement playing at the corners of his lips as she tucks herself to him. Ellyse's muzzle is soft, gracing warm bouts of breath against his dark cheek and neck until finally she settles in the crook between them. The pair of them fade into silence, comfortable and warm, and Dahmer takes the opportunity to gaze into the humid blackness of Tephra. It's different tonight than it had been the night they were taken, chased by lava-wolves, and imprisoned by the Dark God ─ the stars (millions and millions of them) illuminate the sky tonight; the moon reflects off the roiling tide, and all thoughts of Carnage are thrust into the corner of his mind when his champagne lover coaxes his attention back to her adeptly.
Ellyse's golden frame progresses from the crook of his neck to his muscled shoulder and then his ribs, her touch light and loving and, perhaps, more vulnerable than he had seen her since the night she had birthed their son. Even in Carnage's grasp, she had never lowered that shield of hers. Had never fallen into the trope of damsel in distress. She has been, and will always be, the powerful creature that he had developed respect for the first time they had ever met. And he has grown to love her for it.
When her voice breaks the silence between them, Dahmer's ears flutter backwards to give her his utmost attention. The confession draws a lopsided grin across his face but he does not speak, wary that it will break this spell and close this rare window to her soul. Ellyse coaxes goosebumps across his raven coat as her head brushes across his hip and then, finally, comes to rest on his lower back. Dahmer leans his frame, still damp with the sweat of their joining, gently against her feathered side and hums a quiet mmm in his comfort before the acidic memories of their time with Carnage tarnish it.
Smoak could have lost both of his parents that night. Joaquin and Joplin could have lost theirs. He could have lost Ellyse. She and Scyla could have lost him. There are so many ways their lives could have been flipped upside down, and yet it's still so difficult to remind himself that they had lived the best case scenario. They had all made it back. But so had their flashbacks, their memories, and their nightmares. He thinks of Smoak, dead by his own hand, and his throat catches.
Ellyse brings him back, though, and saves him from that nightmare just as she always does. I almost lost you. He could deny it to try and make her feel better, but she wouldn't believe the hollow words anyway, and he cannot insult her intelligence like that. Instead, the thoroughbred glances over his shoulder at her, his own muzzle resting on her back as turquoise blue eyes gaze at his champagne lover. He can feel her struggle, the way her muscles grow taut as if she is fighting off the wall that threatens to grow between them.
When she finds her words, having beaten the part of her that had threatened to hide her feelings, his heart grows for her. "You owe me no explanation," he rumbles warmly as his head rests upon her golden back, "You are you, Ellyse, and that is why I love you." The confession is so casual that for a moment, even he does not realize he has voiced it. It's nothing to hide from, though, and he continues, his voice soft and warm and only for her ─ "Your happiness will always be the most important thing to me, no matter what that means for us."
Ellyse's golden frame progresses from the crook of his neck to his muscled shoulder and then his ribs, her touch light and loving and, perhaps, more vulnerable than he had seen her since the night she had birthed their son. Even in Carnage's grasp, she had never lowered that shield of hers. Had never fallen into the trope of damsel in distress. She has been, and will always be, the powerful creature that he had developed respect for the first time they had ever met. And he has grown to love her for it.
When her voice breaks the silence between them, Dahmer's ears flutter backwards to give her his utmost attention. The confession draws a lopsided grin across his face but he does not speak, wary that it will break this spell and close this rare window to her soul. Ellyse coaxes goosebumps across his raven coat as her head brushes across his hip and then, finally, comes to rest on his lower back. Dahmer leans his frame, still damp with the sweat of their joining, gently against her feathered side and hums a quiet mmm in his comfort before the acidic memories of their time with Carnage tarnish it.
Smoak could have lost both of his parents that night. Joaquin and Joplin could have lost theirs. He could have lost Ellyse. She and Scyla could have lost him. There are so many ways their lives could have been flipped upside down, and yet it's still so difficult to remind himself that they had lived the best case scenario. They had all made it back. But so had their flashbacks, their memories, and their nightmares. He thinks of Smoak, dead by his own hand, and his throat catches.
Ellyse brings him back, though, and saves him from that nightmare just as she always does. I almost lost you. He could deny it to try and make her feel better, but she wouldn't believe the hollow words anyway, and he cannot insult her intelligence like that. Instead, the thoroughbred glances over his shoulder at her, his own muzzle resting on her back as turquoise blue eyes gaze at his champagne lover. He can feel her struggle, the way her muscles grow taut as if she is fighting off the wall that threatens to grow between them.
When she finds her words, having beaten the part of her that had threatened to hide her feelings, his heart grows for her. "You owe me no explanation," he rumbles warmly as his head rests upon her golden back, "You are you, Ellyse, and that is why I love you." The confession is so casual that for a moment, even he does not realize he has voiced it. It's nothing to hide from, though, and he continues, his voice soft and warm and only for her ─ "Your happiness will always be the most important thing to me, no matter what that means for us."
Dahmer
@[Ellyse]