09-07-2018, 01:27 PM
Vulgaris
He had finally smoothed the edges of his plan for his life, at least for the near future. His children were strong and abundant, each more beautiful than the last. Leliana bit into the apple of his heart and devoured him completely, keeping him warm each cold night. The serpent had even established himself within Loess and wore a prince’s crown for his efforts! How strange, he thinks, for life to be so kind after so many years of loneliness and anguish. Or at least he thinks this until fate mails a brick straight through his window and shatters all the peace he had gathered for himself.
My Vulgaris.
How many armies would he tear through to hear those words on her sweet voice? How many miles of glass would he drag himself across, belly first, just to see the twin to his soul? He thought he had extinguished the flames and laid to rest all the filthy thoughts he had of her, but two words and suddenly it engulfs him like some hellish inferno despite the winter chill around them. His head turns so slowly as he fears sudden movement might wake him from this dream, but then he’s staring at her in all her glory. It makes his stomach turn to realize how much he wants her.
She’s less like a brick and more like the Hope Diamond – priceless, perfect, and cursed. Her smile is all sharp teeth and glimmering like shattered pearls and yet the expression is so soft across her face. Their eyes are one and the same as they stare into each another, tasting the eternity of their bond and easily slipping back into old habits. But Shiya doesn’t bridge the gap between them. She just begs for the moment to be real and tangible, unlike the nightmares he’d had so many nights since he last saw her.
(How many times had he awoken with her name screaming from his lungs?)
But he says nothing at first. He just steps forward to press tight against her and kisses the scales along her face. Sweet sister, he’s seen her shape in every woman he’s met, remembered her delicate adoration so preciously. Vulgaris sighs into her mane and rests his fangs against her skin. She always made a home for herself in the worst parts of him and maybe that was why he could never quite shed his love for her.
“Shiya. Being apart from you has been agony,” he confesses shamefully.
In the back of his mind, he thinks of Leliana, heavy with their child. She would throw herself from a cliff if he so willed it, he knows, and yet he cannot bear to see Shiya without his body pressed to hers. His heart is hungrier than all the leagues of monsters within him and he is a slave to its every command. In the end, it will consume everything if it is allowed.
And he will obey every time.
@[Shiya]