Ayyy squiddy, 55. “You’ll eventually fall in love with me, mark my words.” For damirae? 😆😆
55. “You’ll eventually fall in love with me, mark my words.”
From some long lost prompt list…
Part 3 of the Soul Acquisition Au & on Ao3 here!
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He was still standing watch by the time dawn broke.
Raven lazily ran her tongue over her teeth as she strolled up next to him. Her eyes casually ran over his form, appraising and appreciative; the swordsman was lit up with the light of the sky’s hellfire, his blood-spattered skin highlighted orange and crimson. It made his olive eyes nearly shine gray and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Damian paid her no mind. His face was stoic, everything about him tense as he surveyed around them.
They hadn’t won the battle to their standards; Batman was still alive, unfortunately, but most of the Justice League’s strongest had fallen. He spotted three of their bodies from his perch and nodded approvingly.
The sky let out a stream of hellfire, the magic slowly receding as day broke. His nose scrunched at the sight and his head tilted towards the demoness.
She ran a tongue over her teeth at his silent question. “The rune’s only good for six hours,” Raven said. A lazy smirk curled onto her lips and she aimed it Damian’s way, “While we demons enjoy a good quick ravaging, you mortals like to really lengthen out your… conquests.”
Raven smiled to herself at the pointed look Damian aimed her way at her phrasing. Not quite giggling, she let the tips of her pointed teeth show as she raised her face to the sky again. After a beat of silence the demoness took in a deep breath through her nose.
Damian raised a brow and Raven let it out through her mouth, a small puff of fire coming out with it. She swallowed the air in her throat and reached for her collar.
Neither mentioned how Damian watched the move; instead, Raven’s lashes fluttered open and she mused aloud, “There are plenty of other runes, you know.” She turned away from the sky, still feeling its lingering heat and undercurrent of magic that mingled so pleasantly against her skin. Her nails drummed against her pulse, “So many spells and enchantments… maybe even a potion or three that’ll help our goals in the–”
Damian’s brows furrowed as he immediately cut her off, “They are my goals. You may think you’re safe, but don’t ever forget you’re just a tool for them.” At her impish smile, he growled out, “Nothing more.”
“I don’t know about that,” Raven mused. She lazily ran the pads of her fingers under her collar, where a particularly rough bite mark had yet to heal. A pale thumb pulled aside the fabric, showcasing the still-red skin for the world to see.
Damian glared at her and diverted his attention elsewhere, his face scrunching in annoyance at the (rather blissful) memory of how she’d gotten the mark. Olive eyes glanced up to her face as she leaned her elbow against his shoulder, taunting, “In fact, I’d wager that you rather enjoy my company. So much more than you’ll ever let on.”
He roughly shrugged her hand off his person, stubbornly going back to counting the bodies, “I didn’t offer my soul for your commentary, Demon.”
Raven snickered at his words. She ran a hand through her hair and lazily watched him for a few long seconds, the impulsive words slipping out confidently, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually, mark my words.”
“I’ll never.” His words were spat out, hostile but a half second too quick.
“Of course, Syd Damian.” Sly and impish, she curled up against him again. He went still as her lips touched just below his ear, “But, whether or not you admit your love we shall still… celebrate tonight?”
He rolled his jaw. Giggling at his tensing (and it was tensing, because Damian Ra’s al Ghul would never shiver when his lover’s lips brushed against his ear), she added, “It’s not everyday one destroys over half of the world’s superhero force.” Her amethyst eyes glinted near crimson in the shadows and Damian sucked in a breath. Damn this infernal demon…
Electing to ignore her, he turned his attention back to the sliver of sky, still roiling like magma under the light of dawn. Pale fingers gripped his chin and aimed his stare back to her. He sneered and Raven leaned up on her toes to kiss him.
His arm snaked around her waist and the swordsman’s stomach twisted at how quickly, how fervently he kissed her back. Raven’s lips threatened to curl into a smirk, but she was far too focused on kissing him properly.
He bit her bottom lips and her hands fisted in his hair. Raven tugged when he bit her again, pulling away half an inch to snicker into the impossibly small space between them. Damian quieted her with another kiss. Damn this demon.
