Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Even before he speaks, The Curse can feel her writhing against him. The sound that emerges from his chest is somewhere between a purr and a growl, the conflicting instincts writhing within his chest.
He wants to rip out her so-willingly exposed throat, to crush her skull, to rip the eyes from her skull and seal them shut so she might never see again. He wants also to sink into her waiting body, to bury himself deep inside her every way, to surge within her and share each bit of her mind and heart and body with every bit of him. He wants to keep her forever, to never let go of her, to never take his lips from hers.
Mazikeen is not the only thing that he wants, but there is no other who might enrapture him like she does, no other he feels his match, his mate, his equal.
The darkness raging within her feeds the Magic that simmers beneath the Curse’s skin, feeding it with wrath and fury and all things shadowy and dark. He feels Powerful with her the most, and inside her the sensation is overwhelming.
She will kill him eventually, the Curse knows, and perhaps when she does it will be Permanent in a way that none of his other deaths had been. His death by fire had only increased his lust for it, and the previously unquenchable lust for Chaos the Curse had craved is instead focused on the white creature whose fiery glow he can see even through the blissfully closed lids of his eyes.
The Curse has changed itself in changing Mazikeen, and perhaps even in taking a host quite so odd as Gale, in struggling so long to subdue him. Adaptation for survival is necessary, and if having a woman like Mazikeen at his side makes him stronger, he must keep her with him at all costs.
That will be simple, especially in a place like Hyaline, and the reminder of the entity he had stolen brings a possessive smile to his face. He shifts the two of them to a private place in Hyaline with the teleportation he’d taken from the stallion he tastes on Mazikeen as he loses himself in her, so that only he might see the way he takes her apart. It is with pleasure, tasting every inch of her burning skin, and then he gives himself to her as well, offering her his bare throat to blue as she will.
“Only you,” he tells her, and he weakens his awareness of Danger further wit the reasoning that he only means the navy scars. That she’ll be the only one that can mark him so, and not the only to hold whatever slick oily thing it has instead of a heart.
He had not told her that he was hers alone, but there is no doubt as they couple beneath the wide mountain sky that this is true. He will do whatever it takes to keep her alive (though not necessarily, and perhaps even certainly not, happy). They will have children, many of them, all far better than the first pair, and they too the Curse will protect.
(At least until they become a Danger as well). That caveat is so weak that he does not even register it, his caution and survival instinct fading fast in the face of what passes between the lovers.
He is aware of these things but does not think of them, cannot think of anything at all but the way Mazikeen spreads beneath him. And then over him and around him, and each and every way between, and he to her as well. Gale expends every last bit of his magic to keep them from exhaustion, and yet still as he strokes her face in the fresh light of dawn and fights the inevitable unconsciousness that will last for several days, he finds himself tracing the beautiful scars he’d left across both eyes with desire.
“I’ll have to kill you eventually, you know.” he says before he closes his eyes, the delusion of weariness removing the last barrier to his vulnerability. “You’re too dangerous to keep alive. But I will...” He yawns, and resettles his head on the softness of her chest where they lay, “I will miss you when I do.”
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: cave hyena -> lion -> idk
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