@erratiomerula ( r-right . a short piece . )
it had started out entirely an impulse thing , like a lot of what they did , how they ended up all the way here . in Shasta’s bed , its owner with his pretty blue eyes , looking up at Edax as if he would readily entrust his entire being to a demon , of all things . his stuttered moans , heaving breaths , Edax , who swallowed every sound he made like they didn’t feed the fire within . a strip of fabric making up part of his – Shasta’s clothing , catching red gaze , a faint smile as he grabbed it to swiftly obscure the other’s vision .
the reaction he gets is instantaneous , unhidden surprise in the sound Shasta makes . the shatter of whatever is left of the calm facade he tries to keep , even , or especially , around Edax . but he doesn’t call his name , no , he asks for someone else’s , or neither , an almost frantic utterance in elvish , a foreign tongue Edax has barely started learning the lilt of to recognise it immediately . the one phrase he hears from all the mischief he’s caused to everyone else here , Shasta says it once , twice , and again , scattered among the painful recollection of a concealed past . please , he says . don’t .
Edax learns that from the thrill that rises in him to a crescendo , watching the elf reach for his hand that holds the blindfold in place , trembling almost pathetically for proper purchase . his other hand searching in front of him , finally meeting the heated skin of the demon’s chest , the heart of another’s beating underneath . Shasta is trying to push him away , and recoiling into himself at the same time , so it’s all wasted effort in the end , distraught past his own control . needless to say , the demon , vermillion hues alight , has never felt this much energy for a long time .
so much of it , ultimately settling heavy in his chest .
it doesn’t feel right . not with him .
so Edax loosens the secure grip he has around the piece of cloth over Shasta’s eyes , and calls his name , a low rumble reaching the elf through the palm of his hand , before he lifts himself up to rest his forehead against the other’s , damp with cold sweat , and says his name again . sheer imitation of the syllables that form a term meant for endearment , for promise , and something more , far beyond the comprehension of a being like him thriving on the opposite of it . on this suffering .
but he repeats it anyway , softly , the way it should only ever be uttered , “ it’s me . ”
a shaky exhale escapes Shasta’s parted lips when he begins to settle eventually , the fight gradually dissipating under the demon’s gaze , unreadable even if he could see it , while Edax coaxes the rest of the fear out of him with a hand around his , warm lips pressing against his forehead , chaste and brief before pulling away .
“ if you truly hate this , ” careful words in the dark , new to even Edax himself . “ then we will stop here . ”
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