11-28-2020, 07:02 PM
lord, I fashion dark gods too;
There is the same slow thrill at her arrival that has repeated itself each time. He is surprised, sometimes, that he comes back to her, at the unnamable thing between them, the space she has carved in his mind. He has not forgotten her previous disobedience, of course, but time has softened it, and she has lived with the penance he had placed upon her, even though he knows she could have undone it, had she wanted to.
He looks at the dark rocks where her eyes had once been and can once again imagine the taste of her blood on his tongue. He smiles at the memory, a curve of the lips that is wasted on her, but the dark god has wasted far more on creatures far less worthy than she.
He touches her, tender in this moment, glad to relive the feel of her pale skin. His lips move over her cheek, her crest, tracing her for a moment before he withdraws, her scent still filling him, and he responds.
“It did cross my mind,” he says – and it had, of course, because wouldn’t that be the ultimate punishment? He knows how she strives to please him, knows what his presence does to her, so of course its ultimate absence would inflict the most pain.
But what can he say? That she is not alone in depriving pleasure from these strange meetings, this mutation of romance, that leaving her would cause some faint part of him to ache? He is not a god that enjoys pain.
“But you’ve been good,” he says – he knows only faintly of what has transpired for her in the time since he last tore her eyes from her skull, but knows enough to know she kept this keepsake he left her with, “and so here I am. Perhaps we can even restore those eyes of yours.”
He thinks, briefly, of the last time that had happened. Not their first meeting – no, that had ended in blood, too – but the one that came decades later, when she showed a part of herself that intrigued him enough to restore the same eyes he’d torn out decades before. And now here they are again, this strange cycle, and once again he touches her, and wonders if this time, she will say yes.
c a r n a g e
@[Ryatah]