haunted by the ghost of you; abysm

[leliana]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

He tastes of something other worldly and she wants to cling to it.

She almost jerks from the touch, her body reacting so quickly and so violently to it these days, but he slips under skin with the drug of his magic and she leans into it. Something like a gasp tangles on her tongue. Something like a low moan. Something dark and painful and aching as he lets her taste just that moment of relief. It touches her bones and settles in her veins and she hurts with the momentary glimpse of something outside of this grief. Something that nearly splits her open with it.

“Abysm,” she says his name nearly in a trance, drugged by the promise of something to take this away, something to remove the stones from her chest. He beckons and she is helpless to not follow. She takes a step into him, hungering for more, her hollowed out heart pounding in her chest.

“Make it stop,” she whispers, her lyrical voice a quiet murmur, a plea that she presses into his palms, trusting this near stranger with her dreams. “Please.”

She needs to remember that there is more to life than this endless cycle of pain.

She needs to remember that there is hope and light and that there is such a thing as an endless summer, the days long and sweet as honeysuckle. Her hazel eyes are wide and vulnerable, tears falling quietly down her cheeks as she brings her gaze up to study his face. Her pulse thrums and it feels like for a moment the world goes quiet, the world goes dark, and she sees nothing but him.

Nothing but him and the crook of his finger and the promise of something in his eyes.

@[abysm]