12-27-2019, 11:50 PM
you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
Beelzebub
In this world, there is so much kindness, if you only look for it. And hadn’t he been so kind, giving her some time to recover from their first coupling? Hadn’t he been so generous to not devour their beautiful child? But Beelzebub thinks that he has so much more to give her. He will not be like Ophanim – an absent, careless father with no concern for the children outside his marriage. Of course the angel boy pretended to love the others but he could see the way their father looked at Malone and Lilt when they were born. No, he will be so much greater than that to Brunhilde and… whatever she named their child.
A trail of flowers and wild grasses mark the path he walks as he follows her for a while, just downwind and out of sight. His bright eyes trace the curve of her back once she stops as a hunger catches fire within him. Beelzebub exhales a shuddering breath before he notices Brigade, dragging himself up off the ground. Destroy. Rend. Slaughter. The words echo across his mind as his dull teeth turn to fangs.
And he nearly does, until Brunhilde speaks.
You look like shit, she says.
Still, he decides to leave the shadows and slinks forward from his hiding place. His handsome face dons a smile, charming as you please, as he places himself beside her. Beelzebub is sure to stand so close that their ribs are pressed tight to one another. It makes it that much easier to trace his lips along the side of her neck and the curve of her jaw. Perhaps if they were alone, he would grab her between his teeth and thrash her for speaking to Brigade, but he refrains for now.
“Little sunset. My life has been so dark without you,” he laughs against her skin as he breathes her in a moment longer. Finally, he lifts his head and turns to look at Brigade.
“And what ugly little plaything is this?” he asks, and his voice is fire in the harshest winters.
A trail of flowers and wild grasses mark the path he walks as he follows her for a while, just downwind and out of sight. His bright eyes trace the curve of her back once she stops as a hunger catches fire within him. Beelzebub exhales a shuddering breath before he notices Brigade, dragging himself up off the ground. Destroy. Rend. Slaughter. The words echo across his mind as his dull teeth turn to fangs.
And he nearly does, until Brunhilde speaks.
You look like shit, she says.
Still, he decides to leave the shadows and slinks forward from his hiding place. His handsome face dons a smile, charming as you please, as he places himself beside her. Beelzebub is sure to stand so close that their ribs are pressed tight to one another. It makes it that much easier to trace his lips along the side of her neck and the curve of her jaw. Perhaps if they were alone, he would grab her between his teeth and thrash her for speaking to Brigade, but he refrains for now.
“Little sunset. My life has been so dark without you,” he laughs against her skin as he breathes her in a moment longer. Finally, he lifts his head and turns to look at Brigade.
“And what ugly little plaything is this?” he asks, and his voice is fire in the harshest winters.
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[brunhilde] @[brigade]