we scream our very souls free
Though they make the offer, the illusion of choice whispered into velvet ears, Haunt knows precisely which answer they wish to hear. The only acceptable answer. Misfit has not yet even begun to plumb the true depths of the creature he even now finds himself entangled with, but perhaps soon he might begin to.
They can almost taste the jealousy flavoring the air around them, in the rub of a gray cheek against impossible black, in the striking of an impatient hoof. If the shadows were less heavy, he would nearly be able to see the smile that plays across pitch black lips, revealing unnaturally sharp teeth. The words from Misfit’s mouth are a caress across their skin, stirring Haunt into a tempest of sensation. The blunt teeth on their withers send shivers racing down a spine invisible in the cloaking shadows, bringing Haunt’s own teeth to scrape sharply across their lover’s gray shoulder. They can taste the blood that rises in those shallow lines.
“You do not want a caged shadow,” Haunt replies, their voice low and husky despite the edge that could easily carve the air if it were tangible. Shifting, the creature traces delicate patterns across Misfit’s midnight pewter skin. “Your choice and mine are what make this the sweetest surrender.” A smile stretches their lips again. “Isn’t it?”
The single word is all it takes to keep Haunt tethered to his side. At least, for now. There is more between them than Haunt could possibly express, but Haunt is not a creature designed to be tied to one place and time. They would inevitably go, but always they would return.
As the surrender shimmers between them, Haunt can feel the way it vibrates so deliciously through their very bones. With a soft hum of satisfaction, the shadow curls around their lover with wanton delight. Between one blink and the next, the shadows have swallowed them before setting them gently in the familiar confines of deep, isolated cave. The sound of water is a gentle melody around them, the scents familiar and timeless.
Skin to skin, pressed nearly as close as one body can be to another, Haunt trails sharp teeth tauntingly along velvety gray skin. “Do you remember this place?” Something possessive rumbles in the creature’s chest. “It is ours and only ours.”
@Misfit