“… Sorry. Say that again?”
Cherry. It was cherry. Supple, lining my mouth like a coating of glass. Too fragile to touch. A bubble of something; perhaps it was too tart. Perhaps they'd left picking them too late, that year.
It was so much easier to imagine it was that, than anything else.
My next breath shatters the illusion. It's sucked in too sharply for the memories to scatter themselves around me. Too quick for that mirage, that mist before the waterfall, to obscure the pain completely.
My tongue throbs, and I wonder if next time instead of biting down on it, I'd be able to contain myself.
But that does not sit easily. Submitting was never been part of my tribe's values. Not now, and not in the future.
And I intend to uphold them.
"Evanshi..." his drawl creeps from the resesses of the room, and an unwitting shudder rolls through me.
My gaze shifts away, staring solemnly at the crack against the tiles.
Saying nothing is easier, I've come to learn.
"You need to listen to me, dear," a wingbeat, and slim brown feet plummet drop to their full weight before me.
I didn't wish to find his wings beautiful. It makes it harder to resign his cruelty to that taunting, magnificent freedom.
And yet, I find myself resenting the cruel irony he presents me.
Nails curl into my skin, pinching. Grounding.
But at his warning, curling laugh, I find myself giving him a slow submission.
My tribe gives threats with our teeth, a rapid ear flick, a wash of scent with the snap of hair, but here... Etiquette is different.
Kazian's eyes light before me as I meet his gaze, even as my chin juts out in defiance.
"Sorry..." my throat wheezes with the breath, "Say that again?"
His lips pulls back into an almost-sneer, but as I have come to learn it is an expression of humour.
"You'll have to listen more closely, Da Fenlin," a pointed nail scrapes down my throat, whispering past my collarbone, and to the rising beat of my chest.
His husky laughter wafts from above.
While I know he is hovering above eye-level, everything itches. Every instinct rebelling, to lunge forward and sink my teeth into his pulse.
My breathing hitches as his deep chuckle sends another tremor down my spine.
"Have you learnt your lesson?"
He's close. Close enough that with a few seconds, I could wrap my fingers around his throat, and squeeze.
He breathes lowly, as his wings brushes the ground, I taste peppermint and lemon.
I keep my eyes still, the the splash of Morda's voice curling around my ears.
Focus Evanshi, what are they hiding? What are they searching for?
If only I could use my hands. By Silas, if I could use my hands, I could bring this demon to his knees.
My hands clink against the cuffs which keep them restrained to the floor, the welts either side ready to be healed as soon as I lower my head.
I think he would be happy if I crumbled to rubble.
"Say that again?" I answer, a defiant glint in my rasp.
OMGGGG!!! AAAA! this was sO fun!!! 😊💖
Thanks for sending in the prompt, anon! Feel free to send in a prompt whenever you want to! Plus, thanks for waiting, I actually created these two darlings today, and absolutely had to try something out with them! ^^ this prompt is their debut!
I am not going to lie, it's been a hot second since I've written my own content, bar yesterday's foray, and it's been exhilarating! :D
The little endearment Kazian calls her is "little wolf", from the game Dragon Age! (I have actually not played this!). It's too adorable, I couldn't not put it in.
