Gotta give some praise and an honorable mention to @littlefreya , because I’ve been reading her The Way to Hell-series and it seems Ingvild and August are crawling under my skin. I didn’t directly think of them while writing this, but reading it again, I clearly sense the inspiration. 🖤🥀🖤
Imagine this as an August Walker POV; him speaking these words.
Warnings: This includes mention sex and violence. 18+ under the cut.
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My girl. We kiss, we hold hands, we touch each other ever so gently.
Other times we bite, we hurt, we nearly strangle… We molest each other with devilish passion.
I watch with intrigue as men hurt you, ravish you. Spoil you.
Make you cum. Make you unravel, loosen up. Give in, give up. So we can give ourselves to each other; a tight embrace.
Closeness. Divinity. Divination in each other's eyes and hearts.
I see you, my love, as deeply as I sense that you see me.
It’s a sensibility I have.
Similar to the sensibility I have for darkness, dark experiences and emotions.
They drive me. They make me strive to become better. Do you better. Do better for you. Pleasure you. Be there for you, if you will have me, in times of need.
I need you. Please.
Walk with me. Talk with me. Talk to me. Hear me. Listen.
The raven sings. It’s singing. It's a love song. A song for you, my life. My love. Do you hear? Do you feel it in your chest?
My heart is pounding. The drumbeat to the raven’s melodies and love-songs. Serenade.
Let’s go back home, drink lemonade.
We can put in some alcohol, if you want. Get drunk. Make love. Compassionate, passionate, devotional love to each other.
My devotion is you, to you, my love. Purely. My love is tainted yet at once pure. It’s only source, the only goal is you, your heart.
If you want it. My love. Mine. You are. My heart. Do you hear? Feel it?
Put your hand on my chest, my love. My life. Feel the beat behind my ribcage.
There is a bird in there; captured, encaged. In rapture, enraged, in love and dazed. Bewildered, seeking forgiveness. Seeking expression. There aren’t enough words to explain, to express. My love, my life. You. My heart.
My raven. It sings, it sings such a beautiful song. If you could only hear. If you would only listen. To my love, my life, my heart.
It’s here for you, my love. My heart’s for you, my life. My raven sings, flutters, as my heart, for you, my dear.
My utmost devotion, all that I have to give. Do you feel it? With your gentle touch?
Hit me, hurt me, as long as you feel me, hear my call, my song, my expression.
Tears run down my face, do you see? Do you see how strong my love is? My heart? My bird?
It’s crashing in my chest, it’s pounding in the cage, bursting through. I can’t hold back.
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