Anyway long story short I have had some stuff go on the last few weeks. Physically I have had some health issues. I'm sure people have noticed I have slowed down on writing and reading works. And I have like 150 comments to sort through again.
But today is a good day. Not sure how long this good day is going to last but we are going to take it. And with that being said here's another drabble.
Little follow up to Evil!Rook x Monster!Spite from Unwavering Spite for the prompt fill 'I will trace every inch of you with my tongue'
NSFW of course
Rook wasn't sure what had been easier. Defeating the Evanuris, or betraying Solas and leaving his dead corpse to rot in the streets of Minrathous. With her demon, she was unstoppable. The entire world bowing to her whims. Her power growing daily as legions fell beneath her sway.
Now, there was one final task. One last promise to keep as she relaxed across the Archon's throne. Spinning the lyrium dagger in hand as she grinned. Spite's many eyes watching her movements as he licked his too wide mouth with open hunger. Unsure if it was excitement at their plan nearly complete, or a more carnal desire that drove him as he stalked forward.
"Rook," he purred as he leaned down. A hand petting her cheek while another closed around her bare hip. She was naked, as was his request. Always ready whenever his more base needs rode him too hard.
"Yes, my demon," she replied as she dragged the dagger along the swirling black of his skin. Watching with interest when he shivered at the razor edge cutting a single drop of blood along his flesh.
"Spite wants to taste. Trace every inch of Rook til Rook screams for Spite."
She laughed at those words. Her head falling back as she gave him his favorite view. Lazily throwing her leg over the arm of the chair as she motioned for him to come closer.
"Alright then, my love. Whatever you want, I am yours."
My Version of Spites Spirit form in the Fade, still not happy with the smoke on his head, shoulders, arms and hips, its supposed to look like smoky fire with stars in XD
characters: Spite, Lucanis Dellamorte
summary: Spite eats nightmares
warnings: blood, tortures in the Ossuary (briefly)
The Fade's lines were the only consolation for the spirit, if they weren't locked up, turning into a trap. The Fade of Lucanis is not a vast expanse known to him. Not an infinity of interweaving, just a small, complex shape where Spite runs around like in a cage. He knows that Lucanis' spirit is broader. More than a human can imagine. But he is fixated on the same memory, replaying it over and over again.
That's his memory, too. Spite remembers the first, overwhelming sensations from the human organs. How alien flesh is enveloping him, the contact with another spirit - Lucanis, intertwined with him, trembling like a frightened wisp. Spite doesn't like this memory. The smell of Lucanis' blood is terrible, but Venatori blood is sweet. It's the first thing he tastes when he sinks his teeth into the mage's hand above him. There's something else here, a faint aroma…
It smells like Fear. A trespasser, who dared to creep into their slumber, feeding on their terror. It doesn't know what's going to happen yet. Spite feels his appetite rise. The nightmare didn't last long. Weak demon, easy to catch. Spite clung to it as he had to the venatori mage, tore it's spiritual flesh to shreds, and absorbed it. A shiver ran down Lucanis's spine, and Spite realized that he had woken him up. He saw the light through the man's half-open eyelids, felt the unpleasant weight of his sleepy body.
"What did you do?.." The man muttered, looking for him in sight. Spite imagined himself squatting beside the bed. Lucanis immediately turned a sleepy gaze on him.
"You're not sleeping well. Your nightmare! I ate it," Spite smiled broadly and passed to the man a wave of pleasing gloating delight.
Lucanis sighed, a familiar sigh of frustration. "The nightmares always come back. You're not helping."
Spite growls and thrashes. If he'd had a body, he'd have rushed out of the pantry. If he had a body…
"Ungrateful!" He barked, and Lucanis winced.
"Your meals give me the creeps. I don't even know which is worse, this or nightmares…"
Spite didn't listen anymore, the world around him formed in a tangle of lines to change shape to the familiar Ossuary. It always seemed silly to hide here voluntarily, but it was the only way to get away from Lucanis' gaze.
"…Was it delicious?" Lucanis' disembodied voice echoed through the empty space, and Spite pretended not to hear. He'll be sitting here. Infuriating his human by not being around. Lucanis hates being alone. Already reaching him back. Spite was outraged by such impudence.
"I would also like to have breakfast. Do you want magdalenas?"
Spite can't contain himself on the cherished word, he emerges from their Fade, returning to the Lighthouse. Sweet, soft! Of course he wants it!
"And what if. I won't like. YOUR meal?" he hissed softly, trying to make Lucanis feel the same grudge, but the man just laughed. Not mockingly. Smells like guilt. It calms him down, and he follows the man into the kitchen, ready to circle around with hungry eyes.
