hollow town

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❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜ velaria & simon

deathless.

      prostrate before valeria, simon refuses to bow his head. she won’t get the benefit of him humble and trembling at her feet. though he does shake in his bonds, strains against the ropes at his wrist. though is it to get away from her — or closer?

      “ alors à qui appartient-il, madame? “ barely heard in the quiet, his mind reaches for english and fails with her so close. with the curve of her thighs at the level of his eyes. tongue slides along lower lip and he wants to crawl to her. wants her to allow him close enough that he can kiss her thighs. so that he’d be blessed with the taste of her. rosary beads cold against his skin, he counts each one of them with the exhalation of his breath. waits for reason to return but all he can see is her legs. her waist and breasts and each one seems sorely lacking the mark of his mouth.

      he leans so close he fears he may fall but lips brush against her skin. traces her curves with mouth and teeth. ends just before he reaches the space between her legs and his breath is warm against her when again he speaks, “ est-ce que je t'appartiens? “

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❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞ william & simon

siken.

      “ you aren’t sorry. ” words caught between teeth, pulling a moan after them but all simon can taste is iron. this is my blood. it echoes in his mind with the image of hands holding a goblet above the congregation. he’s wafer-thin against william’s tongue. it shall be given up for you.

      god forgive me. he leans over william until the only thing between them is the heat of their bodies, bare skin aching for contact and he can feel the warmth centered between his thighs. long fingers trace along muscle, down the line of his hip until fingers rub against his clit and simon groans. forehead rests against william’s shoulder and he feels the ache in his abdomen. bloody lips press a kiss against his skin as his fingers slip inside. a shudder along his spine and all his control is used to pull back each vertebrae. holding himself from pushing cock into him with no thought to who was beneath him. who he wanted writhing and panting his name.

      simon’s lips travel up with kisses soft as lighting candles as he fingers william. luxuriates in the feelling of him wet around his fingers until he can’t stand to fight his desires. god, deliver me from temptation. fingers withdraw and are replaced with the tip of his length, slick with his own wanting. bloody lips press a kiss to william’s mouth. sink his teeth in until he tastes iron again and this time — it is his blood. sweet and iron. simon’s words are a whisper.

      “ if you were, you’d beg. ”

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❛ forests have secrets. it’s practically what they’re for. ❜ tanith & maeve

deathless.

    “ if you ask them, they don’t. ” she doesn’t know where the words come from but maeve is struck quiet in their aftermath. around them the trees shift. breathe. whisper the secrets of their roots to the birds above and if she holds her breath she swears she hears them speaking. maybe there are secrets. but if there are she doesn’t know the language.  (  not anymore.  )

    weight shifts and she can’t meet tanith’s eyes.not when there seems to be so much held within the boughs above. dark eyes trace the lines of the branches high above. ‘what do you know that i don’t? what have you seen that i haven’t?’ finally she looks at tanith, caught between flight and curiosity. for the first time thanks the fact she doesn’t have nine lives.

    “i thought people were for secrets. i mean, you seem to have an awful lot of them.”

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞