i. he’s drinking alone tonight, as he does every night, but something’s different. instead of leaving, he walks straight up to you and holds out a hand. you look at him, arch an eyebrow. ‘come,’ he says, ‘I’ll show you the world as you’ve never seen it before.’
ii. you think you might be in over your head, just a little. you thought he was going to take you up in his plane, for fuck’s sake. who was to know you’d be looking at the world from the earth up? he chuckles a bit, and the sound is deep in his throat. ‘not quite what you were expecting, is it?’
iii. he’s walking ahead and even the way he swings his arms screams of power. not brute force, no, just a will like a stygian blade and a charm like a soothsayer. he stops, asks what you think of the decor. you say you thought he’d have walls decorated with skulls. it’s his turn to arch an eyebrow. ‘would you like yours to be the first?’
iv. you don’t know why you’re in bed with him. you don’t usually do this, but gods, you could drown in those eyes. they make you feel like you’re drowning and invincible all at once. you thought his skin’d be clammy and chilling, but you never expected the fiery heat, never thought you’d respond in the like so quickly. he holds your hands over your head, nips at your neck, doesn’t say anything. your harsh breaths mingle together. you feel like you’ve forgotten something.
v. you remember now. this guy has a bloody wife, and she’s standing in the doorway, hand on hip, smelling strongly of frangipani. wildly, you think of how to the chinese that scent means death. you look to him for help but he’s already up, arms outstretched. ‘I was just thinking about you. darling.’
vi. sorry, he says, you’re his first in over a thousand years, probably the last for another thousand. they kiss. you look at her over his shoulder and her eyes are laughing wildly. I win, they’re saying. he tightens his arms around her. you lose.
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