10-08-2018, 10:36 AM
Vulgaris
There’s always been a hole worn into him, a pit where he stuffs everything he would rather not think about. Leliana reaches in and makes him whole again. She rips the cancerous pieces from him and kisses the marks she leaves all through him. In truth, he is terrified of how much power he has given her (continues to give her, endlessly, ad infinitum). It sends a sick shiver up his spine when she presses back against him and speaks her perfect offering to him. Every breath is a new covenant, a testament to their love as it grows into something even greater. It dwarfs the simple adoration of those around them.
But her words aren’t needed. He knows what she feels as it churns through them both like some ancient tide. The hormones breathe relief and joy into them after the ache of failure. The world is more vivid for a moment and the warmth of her touch is too much for him to bear. Their first night plays through his head and he’s trailing his teeth across her skin without a thought.
He’s careful when he tests the softness of her skin with the razor edge of his fangs. They prick and pull but never enough to draw blood from her tired body when she invites him to relive the last autumn they shared. There is a desire gnawing at his bones but he never bites into her the way he wants to. This body never learned how to cherish the things it loves; it only knows to crush and consume, and God he wants to crush her with the weight of all this want.
But he remains gentle with her. Every kiss up and down her spine is restrained. He fits over her hips like they were made for one another and he mumbles prayers through his teeth and against her skin. Vulgaris lets his lips map the curves of her body until he’s memorized the perfect slope of her back a hundred times. He wants to ruin her, God, he wants to rip her from the altar he’s built for her. But he must be content with this. He must only imagine the way he wants to break her this time.
He closes his eyes and the dream blends into reality. She offers up her skin and he takes it.
But her words aren’t needed. He knows what she feels as it churns through them both like some ancient tide. The hormones breathe relief and joy into them after the ache of failure. The world is more vivid for a moment and the warmth of her touch is too much for him to bear. Their first night plays through his head and he’s trailing his teeth across her skin without a thought.
He’s careful when he tests the softness of her skin with the razor edge of his fangs. They prick and pull but never enough to draw blood from her tired body when she invites him to relive the last autumn they shared. There is a desire gnawing at his bones but he never bites into her the way he wants to. This body never learned how to cherish the things it loves; it only knows to crush and consume, and God he wants to crush her with the weight of all this want.
But he remains gentle with her. Every kiss up and down her spine is restrained. He fits over her hips like they were made for one another and he mumbles prayers through his teeth and against her skin. Vulgaris lets his lips map the curves of her body until he’s memorized the perfect slope of her back a hundred times. He wants to ruin her, God, he wants to rip her from the altar he’s built for her. But he must be content with this. He must only imagine the way he wants to break her this time.
He closes his eyes and the dream blends into reality. She offers up her skin and he takes it.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "