fr @dethvoid
" i will always be yours. "
Mignon form sways, eager heart; jovial delight alight in those emeralds 'twould shame fel fire or mayhaps even the jewels they 'twere likened to. Delicate fingertips reach up to ghost ov'r such angular features of a young Hunter she knew (knows, ever maturing; ever aging despite the demon in him), the yearning ache like a hungering gorge, hollowing and howling, to feel the gelid darkness that is him within. To grasp. To let the shadows and shades swim on her skin, to envelop, to swallow, to consume.
He would always be hers?
'Twas not the other words around, as they say? She would always be his. No matter whose name was engraved on her true self. On the back of her skin 'twixt shoulder blades.
Still, despite her ghosting and dusting; memorizing every line as she's done heretofore. Her favorite map. She caresses his cheek and a smile blooms therein on her lips, crisp sweetness as if a bite of a fresh apple were taken, ❝ T-Truly? If I could ever be so selfish, I would v-very much like that. ❞
But, she also knew his freeing heart.
❝ I do not mind sharing you w-with you. I hope you know, wherever you go. I will always be here. I will always be yours. ❞ She whispers this like a hymn, a promise, a vow blessed by the crescent of Dawn and Dusk.
❝ M-Meus. ❞ She repeats his antediluvian language, the surging emotions flooding and overwhelming. To always be someone's. O what delight. A kiss then, swift and true like a silver bullet. One would mistake gun smoke 'twixt their lips of velvet and satin. One would mistake a bullseye 'twixt pearl and emeralds and obsidian and garnets.
❝ Always, Dark. Always. ❞
