12-07-2017, 01:21 PM
Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos; your reality.
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge.
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge.
An exasperated sigh emerges from her lips at the gentle jest and the coy use of a name penned for her in a moment of carnal pleasure; she cannot keep the color from rising to the pale gold of her cheekbones when it crosses his lips. Each time, it draws out the memory of his skin on her own, and she is made flustered all over again. Her brow line becomes furrowed with disdain, feigning distaste in the word, but any fool could see the affection beneath her glowering stare. Her lips quietly press a kiss to the crook of his neck, then, savoring the hum of his heartbeat beneath. Though burned not once, but twice by love, she does not shy away from the fire, and the blistering inferno of Dahmer is unlike any she has known before.
There is no uncertainty when the golden flecks of hazel meet with glacial blue, nor when he is intertwined with her, pulling her closer to him, bringing him closer to her. There is never a moment in which she is left doubting him; there is no need for any declaration nor decree – she is his, through and through, and she can feel it in the tender marrow of her bones that he is hers, too. A part of her had always belonged to him, from the moment their son emerged into the dark cavern, from the moment he knelt to cradle the life created by happenstance as if it were the most precious thing he had ever known.
The knot of worry is growing in the pit of her coiled belly; would he understand her meaning? Would he mistake it to mean that she is not content, that she is restless and hopeless? She would stay as long Warrick needed her. He needed to find his confidence, to find the strength she had always seen hidden behind his bright, starlit eyes – and soon, he would find it – but somewhere, there is something pulling her, and while the volcanic island had taken a piece of her, it would not be her final resting place. Of that she is certain.
But alas, her apprehension is unfounded!
A smile crosses her lips (had she ever felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach the way that she does with him?), hidden in the way she presses soft, featherlight kisses along his jawline and then the column of his neck. Her teeth affectionately pluck and pull at a knot tucked away within the darkness of his tresses, caressing the ridge of his shoulder where the scar of the feathered appendages that once rested there had finally begun to fade. ”I would follow you too, Dahmer. To whatever end.” She murmurs into the blackness of his skin, teeth grazing ever so lightly along his withers, wanting to feel him shiver and give into the warmth of her embrace. ”You are all that I need.”
There is no uncertainty when the golden flecks of hazel meet with glacial blue, nor when he is intertwined with her, pulling her closer to him, bringing him closer to her. There is never a moment in which she is left doubting him; there is no need for any declaration nor decree – she is his, through and through, and she can feel it in the tender marrow of her bones that he is hers, too. A part of her had always belonged to him, from the moment their son emerged into the dark cavern, from the moment he knelt to cradle the life created by happenstance as if it were the most precious thing he had ever known.
The knot of worry is growing in the pit of her coiled belly; would he understand her meaning? Would he mistake it to mean that she is not content, that she is restless and hopeless? She would stay as long Warrick needed her. He needed to find his confidence, to find the strength she had always seen hidden behind his bright, starlit eyes – and soon, he would find it – but somewhere, there is something pulling her, and while the volcanic island had taken a piece of her, it would not be her final resting place. Of that she is certain.
But alas, her apprehension is unfounded!
A smile crosses her lips (had she ever felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach the way that she does with him?), hidden in the way she presses soft, featherlight kisses along his jawline and then the column of his neck. Her teeth affectionately pluck and pull at a knot tucked away within the darkness of his tresses, caressing the ridge of his shoulder where the scar of the feathered appendages that once rested there had finally begun to fade. ”I would follow you too, Dahmer. To whatever end.” She murmurs into the blackness of his skin, teeth grazing ever so lightly along his withers, wanting to feel him shiver and give into the warmth of her embrace. ”You are all that I need.”
Ellyse
(The nightmare) I built my own world to escape
@[Dahmer]