NERVES SHIVER FROM incisors pluck and delay at lower maw but no feeling aside withered determination could be traced in slant just above her tempting maul. voice in low volumes respond with a simple almost done creature would most likely protest this HINDRANCE. despite pens resistance to keel over grizzled scribe pressed easily into her curve, the scent in her hair was fresher he noted, more tantalizing.
leave the past in the past. he repeated this phrase like a mantra whenever history was brought up, too AGONIZING to dwell on. scathing fury at another loss, like any gambler of fate he despised losing most. before the ill could bear fruit in the CORE of his being, he finally indulges in her softness, the perfect remedy for these earth shattering threats, letting vision slip from the intel toward origins of familiar scent; nose enters those tresses first before mouth brushed both strands and skin of her cheek. ❛ doesn’ matter anymore. ❜
STAR INFESTED FRAME feels him quake beneath needy incisors. his radiance darkening beneath abyssal maw / her love horrific, violent. “ what will i do to you? ” when the fires burnt away sensitive flesh, charred bone and exposed the celestial husk she’d finally stop fighting. long cybernetic digits push through tousled locks; massaging scalp, further enticing him to put down working utensil. ❛ mhm-- is it really that important? ❜ vocalization a mere murmur, still pressed to the curvature of bearded jaw. a demanding force, void whispering temptations he could only prevent for so long.
free palm moves beneath his top; touching at his abdomen. A DISTRACTION. pathetic in her needful longing. just as swiftly as the topic was brought up, ruination set it aside. finding lesser reason to continue down a wayward path. his melody stinging sensitive senses with truthful lilt. ❛ i don’t want to talk about it anymore. it’s not important-- like you said. ❜ acrid taste coats wet muscle, nails absentmindedly carving into his skin. head tilts towards his exploration of ebony tresses, his mouth. chest heaved, suffocating in the tremors of her own concocted grief. a wave of possession taking over, ❛ i’m selfish. ❜ but what she meant was: you’re mine.
