03-02-2019, 01:48 PM
ryatah
hell is empty and all the devils are here
It is not the same — could not possibly be exactly the same — but it is incredibly close. She is not typically nostalgic, almost always caught up in some new whirlwind of self-destruction, but on the rare occasion that her mind is too quiet, she thinks of the Valley. This version is different — still vivid as it blossoms before them, but muted in some ways, and hollow with the notion that it wasn’t entirely real. It is enough, though, to make her heart twist in her chest, at the sight of the familiar grasses and trees that had served as her only real home. It is empty, of course, devoid of any of the faces either of them would have associated with it, and perhaps that is the only thing that tethers her to reality, that keeps her from fully feeding into the illusion. The Valley reminded her of Dhumin (he wasn’t here, not in reality, not in fantasy, and most nights not even her dreams) and there were still days she hated how intricately he was threaded into the very fibers of her. Without him, the Valley, even this reborn interpretation, could never be the same.
“None of the new lands can really compare,” She says as her eyes sweep across the apparition of the lost kingdom he had created. Her experience with the current lands was limited, but it didn’t keep her from developing her own biased opinion. She had tried accepting them, but they were lackluster in comparison to what she had known.
It was easy to forget about them, though, with the Valley around her, and with his lips tracing a path across her skin. Finally, he does not pull away, and it is a breath of relief and an ignition of heat all at once. The fear that had been lingering dissipates the further back his touch travels, and that edge of desire she had been so precariously balanced on is ripped from under her. “Everything about you is already impossible,” A hushed assertion, as her pulse races at the feel of him against her hip. She quivers beneath him when he takes her, and even though it is not their first time together, it feels brand new. Perhaps it is her newly given sight, or the seeds of control he had sewn by drowning her and bringing her back, but by the time they are finished, she can already recognize there is a small part of herself that has dislodged itself and become his — in whatever sick, twisted capacity that may be.
The land around them slowly begins to disappear, and she stares at it until it was entirely gone. “It was,” because even with it’s differences, the dream-like kingdom almost served as a new memory for the old one. “Almost exactly as I remember it.”
But she casts her gaze to him, then, and with a guarded intrigue, she asks, “What are you going to do next?” The lair was noticeably empty once again, and quiet, after the waves of the beach, and then the sounds of the valley had faded away. She has become too aware of the space around them, now that she knew how easily it could shift and change at his command. “You’ve been such a gracious host, for the most part.” It is said with a sliver of a smile, as though she hadn’t been dripping with seawater not long ago, but even the beach had been decidedly tame in comparison to what she knew he was capable of, and she could not help but to wonder if she has fully satisfied whatever need he had for bringing her here.
“None of the new lands can really compare,” She says as her eyes sweep across the apparition of the lost kingdom he had created. Her experience with the current lands was limited, but it didn’t keep her from developing her own biased opinion. She had tried accepting them, but they were lackluster in comparison to what she had known.
It was easy to forget about them, though, with the Valley around her, and with his lips tracing a path across her skin. Finally, he does not pull away, and it is a breath of relief and an ignition of heat all at once. The fear that had been lingering dissipates the further back his touch travels, and that edge of desire she had been so precariously balanced on is ripped from under her. “Everything about you is already impossible,” A hushed assertion, as her pulse races at the feel of him against her hip. She quivers beneath him when he takes her, and even though it is not their first time together, it feels brand new. Perhaps it is her newly given sight, or the seeds of control he had sewn by drowning her and bringing her back, but by the time they are finished, she can already recognize there is a small part of herself that has dislodged itself and become his — in whatever sick, twisted capacity that may be.
The land around them slowly begins to disappear, and she stares at it until it was entirely gone. “It was,” because even with it’s differences, the dream-like kingdom almost served as a new memory for the old one. “Almost exactly as I remember it.”
But she casts her gaze to him, then, and with a guarded intrigue, she asks, “What are you going to do next?” The lair was noticeably empty once again, and quiet, after the waves of the beach, and then the sounds of the valley had faded away. She has become too aware of the space around them, now that she knew how easily it could shift and change at his command. “You’ve been such a gracious host, for the most part.” It is said with a sliver of a smile, as though she hadn’t been dripping with seawater not long ago, but even the beach had been decidedly tame in comparison to what she knew he was capable of, and she could not help but to wonder if she has fully satisfied whatever need he had for bringing her here.