there's fire in your blood
 | Mazikeen laughs softly when he moves them back to Hyaline, back to their home, but this noise turns into ones of pleasure soon after as his attention focuses on her and she forgets where they are because it does not matter.
When it is offered, her teeth close around his throat but she does not bite deep, not this time. There will be time to delight in the fresh canvas of his skin and how it changes later, time to vent her frustrations with him and paint her anger in iridescent markings. Tonight though, close to the first mark she made, she punctures the skin enough to bleed, enough for her to run her tongue across his skin to catch what she can before it heals. “Only you.” She whispers the words back to him while kissing the blue hair.
And then she is lost to all thought, lost in him and this night. It is almost too much and yet all at once it is not enough, his magic flowing through her until they are finally both spent. She enjoys watching him when he touches her, enough that she keeps her eyes open while he traces the scars on her face, her heart still finding energy enough to thrill at this intimacy despite the way they had spent the night.
She strokes his hair idly, too exhausted to point out that he’s killed her twice already. What’s one more? Too exhausted to even fight the lazy smile that spreads at his words, when he admits that he’ll miss her if there is ever a day when she runs out of lives and deaths and does not come back. Mazikeen does not believe such a day will happen - it has not yet. Four times she has died, four times she has opened her eyes again. Only two of these belong to him and she wonders how many more he will try to claim.
“I love you.” She tells him in a voice softer than the morning breeze as she begins to fall asleep, even though that is not what this is - not what she feels for him anymore. But it is the simplest way to sum up the way he thrills her, enrages her, and how she knows there will be no other she will want this way. How she will kill to keep him safe from others so that she can take the life he owes her.
This isn’t love, but Mazikeen falls asleep next to Gale for the first time since before their children were born and although the fire rages inside of her still, the way it curls through her body resembles the feeling of peace.
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Gale
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