La Petit Mort

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

There were times where he could look so…wounded. In  the way a puppy waits for your attention, a tactic not meant to manipulate but be the result of the sudden fall of their face, eyes shinning in boyish tranquility and admiration. Atticus’ was amplified by the moonlight.

She relaxed in his grip with a sigh, settled back on her heels with a gentle click. They could leave right now, if she had any courage in her body or self respect, she would waltz him right out that door. But guilt was clawing at her chest in a ravenous outrage, while the love she felt bloom fought it tooth and nail. 

It was her turn to look wounded, peer up at him in an innocent way, as if to say ‘Of course I know,’ with only her eyes. Even in her denial she could always feel it. When she tried to degrade herself, tell herself she was merely a number to talk her brain and heart from connecting the dots. During her moments of relapse where she finds herself moaning the other woman’s name, she knew it was simply a rouse, playing on both fields. Two teams hellbent on fake outs and trickery rather head directly to their goal. There was no room for truly loving when you intoxicated yourself with so many other drugs.

“I know,” she said it anyways, nothing but confident intent in her tone. As if she needed him to know it was sincere, even if she tried to play it off matter-of-factly. It wasn’t vanity, but a true understanding that she could trust him. That any integrated feeling of despair loneliness would never come from his hand. 

Valkyrie tried to play it off with a smug smirk, but the truth was already swarming their air, it was up to the universe to help them capture it or simply swat it away into oblivion, joining the rest of the stardust they created together.

The tension he wasn’t aware was building suddenly released like a snap of a band, recognizing that he was preparing himself for the sting of rejection only to find a soothing assurance. A gentle smile played across his lips, dangerously genuine as he wasn’t up for the task of slipping the mask back on, not yet anyway. “Thank you,” he spoke softly, it wasn’t often that he had to chance to actually voice his gratitude and so he was remise to disturb their corner of tranquility.

After pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he motioned for her to spin around, taking her necklace out from his pocket with the other hand. Carefully, he replaced a chunk of fallen hair into place, clearing the back of her neck before deftly latching the clasp. Satisfied, he wound his arms around her middle and rested his chin against her shoulder, watching the lights of the city, mind mulling over how he would tell her.

“I could make that drop,” he mused, craning his neck to peek over the balcony and the subsequent 2 story fall, “then I’d catch you. We’d be the best dressed people at that boba place you like on the corner, the one with the weird waffles. You’d try a new flavour like cantaloupe and realize you didn’t like it, so then I’d have to give you my taro.”

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

Valkyrie finally let her breathing slow, as if the reality of where they were snatched her into reality all at once. Suddenly the party no longer called for her, she simply wanted to walk away from it all hand clasped in his, settled in the passenger seat of his car as they sped back to her apartment. She wanted to leave all of it behind, all of what tied her too the darken world, but her yearn for the Mistress wouldn’t ever let her get far.

There was hope that her love for Atticus would finally allow her to release the succubus’ clutches on her, and yet here she was afraid of what she might say, might do when she returned to her side with kiss bitten lips and new bruises, though she wasn’t too keen on lying and hiding. 

Silence settled between them, not uncomfortable or thick, but paired with the gentle scuffle of Valkyrie’s heels against concrete and the jingle of his belt. There was something far too intimate bubbling between the two and she could feel it. She smiled, eyes flashing with admiration as he caressed her face, scanning his as well to see if she could read what he was thinking, she almost always never could.

“I hope I don’t have to threaten your life every again,” she teased him, tipping up on the balls of her feet to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I was kidding…slightly.”

"I know," he reassured her, grey eyes melting under the night's sky, reflecting the vision of her across the glossy surface. The moon could only shine thanks to the sun after all.

His fingers trailed down her neck, assessing the damage, a brow raised in an offer. He never healed the marks she left on him, but even from what little he gathered about her professional life the stakes were a bit higher for her. The most he got was an elbow to the ribs, cheeky grin, and a 'looks like you had a good night' comment from either the warehouse lead or one of the older howlers. Not to mention the woman she had actually come to the party with, the one that looked like she was smelling something going foul.

"I … you know that I wouldn't have, right?" Atticus mumbled, knowing he was venturing into dangerous territory with this line of questioning. Typically it was easy for him to gauge how others thought of him and tailor himself accordingly but Valkyrie had always been different, demanded different from him. Which left him outside of his comfortable frames, crushing the boxes and labels he sunk into for the sake of appearances. Leaving him lost in the unknown void, watching her for any sign that she looked at him and saw something worthwhile. So he kept his head down, fidgeting with her necklace in his pocket, "you're the only one. For a while now"

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

The distant noises of the party wafted in the air behind them, threatening the small sanctuary they made for each other with their arms. His hands softened in their grasp, a claw of desperation still clutching his heart but she would rip that out of him when she walked away. But not yet, not when he knew he had to tackle tomorrow without her, only with the memory of how she felt in his arms in this moment.

Gods he loved her. How could he not. Not when every moment he spent away from her felt like part of him was missing, because it was. He could look back on his life for the first time and thank it, knowing that everything he went through was leading him to her.

With a sigh he took half a step away and made them both decent, but he couldn’t quite let her go completely. A hand reaching up to hold her cheek, memorize her features so that he could remember how she looked the night he finally admitted the truth to himself.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

She was going to be the death of him one of these days. Catching a glimpse of her luminescence in her ecstasy would’ve been enough to send him plummeting after her, but then she sunk her teeth into his neck and he nearly lost feeling in his legs. 

Almost biting a chunk off his tongue, he muffled a near roar of her name at the expense of his lip tearing under the restraint. Like a black hole, the pull of her was inevitable, and the tremors of her shattering against him was enough to destroy him in turn. Every muscle in him seized and he pulsed inside her, clutching her to him out of desperation but also fear that if he let go she would vanish, having been too good to be true. A single thought rang through the haze of his pleasure like gospel.

He loved her.

The realization he knew had been staring at him for months now wasn’t as terrifying as he assumed. Exhaustion brought him to resting his forehead against her collarbone, lips pressing a feather light kiss above her heart.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

He growled in response, knowing that if he started talking again words he didn’t mean to say would find their way out of him. The feeling of her gushing around him sent his eyes into the back of his head, the arm around her back tightening as his hips snapped into her with a level of force he couldn’t manage before. Drilling into her with the precision and practice only a long time lover could have, the patterns drawn by his thumb changing and reacting to the cues of her body without her having to instruct him. Hammering home the simple fact that he knew her, both in body and in what she shared of her soul.

Releasing the flesh of her breast with a pop, he rested his head against hers, “gonna cum for me?” He panted, gritting his teeth in a snarl as he angled his hips just so, “‘M close, kitten. Where?”

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

As she was against him, he couldn’t help but catch her cheek in a fleeting kiss, a gesture far too chaste, nigh domestic, to be brushed off as the heat of the moment. Instead he grinned, watching her fling a glove away into the shadows, devilish in his greed for her.

“Keep tempting me,” he panted into her skin, taking a half step to rest her bottom against the railing to free up one of his hands. Taking her invitation, his lips latched onto her pulse, right where he knew her necklace would only cover if she kept still. The arm that held her to him crossed her back to grip at her shoulder as his other hand slid between them and his thumb began rubbing tight circles against her clit. Satisfied with his mark, his head dipped back to her cleavage out of desperation to keep his mouth occupied so he didn’t actually give them away.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

At her urging, he stuttered for a second, being cautious with his precarious hold on her, trying to find the right balance that let him carry her to oblivion and not drop her. Shifting and making the needed adjustments, he bit down another groan as he was forced deeper into her. He knew he couldn’t take his time with her, breaking her apart only to watch her put herself back together be it on his fingers, tongue, or cock. It didn’t matter as long as she found her pleasure. So instead he focused on filling her as much as he could, hoping that an ache would set in that she’d feel for the rest of the night and remember him by.

“You keep lookin’ at that door, kitten. Want someone to come see?” Atticus taunted as he kept his thrusts deep, “See how good you look getting fucked by me?” He rested his head against her neck, nipping at the delicate skin he could reach, “Wish you could be loud. Get you screaming my name. Tell everyone in that room who l-who’s fucking you right now.”

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

Finally freeing himself from his boxers, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as the tip of him brushed against her, slipping along her slit with just how wet she was for him. He surged forward, slamming their lips together in a kiss as he slid home, mainly for his own sake, muffling a deep groan as he bottomed out. His hand gripped the meat of her thigh with enough force to leave faint purple blemishes of his finger tips before he adjusted his hold to support more of her weight.

“How are you always so fucking tight,” He growled the word, features tense with effort as he held himself back to not get lost and throw all caution out the window. Cracking his eyes open, he had to bite down on his molars, flexing his jaw, as he waited for a sign from her to start moving. The distant hollow laughter from over his shoulder only adding to his sense of urgency, simultaneously wanting this, her, but only for himself. Wanting to be worthy of calling himself hers. Wanting to shout to the world that it was always her. But not when she looked like this, this was just for him.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

He didn’t have time to unpack why he found her so fucking sexy when she was channeling enough power to obliterate him with her pinkie. Too occupied with drawing her legs to frame his hips while keeping enough of a grip on her to avoid a rather unfortunate end. It might’ve been safer for him to get her to turn around but he wasn’t about to miss out on the chance to watch her, especially tonight.

Feeling her touch against his stomach, he hissed, the muscles rippling from the sensation. As his arm slid up her spine to brace her, his hand brushed against her center checking that she was as prepped as she could be for him before sliding the lace material aside. Glancing down, he immediately became distracted, forgetting that there was a looming countdown of when their combined absence would be noticed. “Fuck, these are so nice,” His head dipped down to press a kiss to the top of her breast before giving a small shake of his head.

“Ready for me, kitten?” He asked, looking back up at her while his hand lingered on the crook of her thigh, never taking more than she would give him.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

She furrowed her brow, hating the way his lips curved into such a deviant smile. As if he’d caught his prey right where he wanted her, no need to hunt and chase, as it was trapped in his grasp, just so easily. Valkyrie never took her eyes off of him, even as he reached around her slender neck to rid her of the expensive necklace, watching his every move as he cooley dropped it into the pocket of his suit.

“Good.” Val tried to seem sensual, her usual black widow demeanor, filled with poison, ready to grasp the unsuspecting victim, but she’d fallen into the roll as damsel, breath caught in her lungs and the only way out was through her admission. A soft sound left her lips as he kissed over her skin, her own pretty smirk coming into a smile, one she couldn’t help upon noticing that she wasn’t the only desperate one between the two.

She was just about to speak, but the addition to his words sent a bubbling rage through her just for a moment. Hyunmi new better, whatever she had offered  could only be sought out as disrespect, at least in Valkyrie’s mind. Atticus belonged to her and the prospect of her subordinate offering anything but time to someone of hers was enough to bring a coral redness to her face. “I’d kill you both dead before you even got a chance to speak to her again.” She warned him, yanking him down to her level by his tie. “That’s not a funny joke, and you’ve got two seconds to take me on this balcony before I toss you over it.”

The tell tale signs of her anger rising to the surface was enough to cut through the haze of lust in Atticus’s eyes and that was before she started talking. He prided himself on his intelligence but fuck he could be a real idiot sometimes. The trap was set and he just shoved his entire head into it without a second thought. As she pulled him to her, he could only scramble to think of ways to make it up to her. Prove to her that he was hers.

So he kissed her, not trusting the dumbass words that would come out of his stupid mouth, as his hand fumbled with his belt. Pouring himself into her, he licked and nipped at her lips enough to leave the both of them puffy and bruised. His other hand tugged at his tie and undid a couple buttons, revealing the yellowing edge of the bite she left on his shoulder the last time, silently offering himself to her.

Breaking away to breathe, he tilted his head to pepper the column of her throat in kisses as he mumbled, “’M sorry.” She had to know that he didn’t meant it. That his options were her or nothing. That he left his apartment tonight with the plan of coming back alone if she didn’t answer the phone. “I shouldn’t even joke about shit like that. Promise next time we’re in a bed, I’m however you want me.”

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

“No, I do not,” Valkyrie said poignantly, her head held high as if she made some valiant proclamation. Not as if she’d simply lied to the man she’d devoted her heart to even if she had yet to admit it at least in a way where she meant it. 

She admitted it when she found her eyes lingering over his form, even though he hardly slept around her, watching the shallow breathing of his chest as he held her, before the night would get away from them and she found her self waking up alone in her bed. She admitted it every time she found her way to that stupid bar, settled in the back with her favorite drink, pretending as if he wasn’t there, as if he wasn’t impeccably full of talent and she wasn’t waiting for the set to be over just to have him all to herself once more. 

“Mhmmm, I just knew it would rile you up,” she lied again, trying to calm the way her heart sped behind her ribcage, begging for her to let him take her right there in that moment. 

His kitten. It was a low blow, and it hit her right between her legs, rolling up along her spine and down  her shoulders as he touched her, leaving strings of electricity in his wake with every burn of her skin. 

Her head tilted easily, baring her neck for him as he pressed her into the banister of the balcony, chest moving in the stiff air that he’d created between them. It was taking every thing in her willpower not to whimper, or beg, yell absolutely to the stars that she’d give her all to hang for him, she simply just breathed, eyes lingering up at him, shining with want but not wanting to utter a sound as it would give her away much too quickly.

/＼ ^.ˍ.^ ／\

From beneath his hand he felt her pulse flutter and he knew he had her, even with her being stubborn as ever. The corner of his lip curled, looking as dangerous as he could with her, as he stepped forward and slid his knee between hers. One hand reached up and deftly undid the clasp of her necklace, slipping it into his suit jacket pocket for safe keeping.

“Well, mission accomplished, princess,” he purred, his hand moving from his pocket to her waist, pulling her against him just so she could assess the fruits of her labour trapped under the pressure of his belt. “But you haven’t answered my question,” his breath ghosted across her neck before he pressed a barely there kiss at the curve of her jaw, “Tell me what you want.”

It felt wrong to even entertain this idea, but there was a burning question that she had caused the spark of and so he pulled away once more. He licked his lips as he catalogued a handful of more places he could place his claim, but forced himself to watch her face as he asked, “Or do you want me to go cash in that reward Hyunmi offered me for my service tonight?”

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

The fullness still lingered even as he released her, the two of them doing the things they knew best, propelling the energy that seemed to conjure in their wake in order to protect themselves, or maybe each other, she wasn’t quite sure. She’d finally gotten a good look at him now, from afar he was the Prince of the ball far all she was concerned, dark, brooding, untouchable with a beautiful girl on his arm that he paraded around to show about. But in front of her he returned, she dared to think, to her Atticus, as if she held any value to own him.

His features were just as striking and handsome under the moon as they ever could be under the she spliced shine of chandeliers, and having him in her space against brought a twitch to her lips that she dared to fight. Being away from him was becoming harder, pretending was becoming unbearable, but change drove other’s to leave and Valkyrie didn’t have enough strength to handle emptiness returning to her life. 

“Right.” Was all she could say, as if she hadn’t believed him though truthfully she had, unbeknownst to him she’d known about their set up just as quickly as it had started, Hyunmi reported to her and Sebinn about any and all things and her being harassed at outings was indeed one of them, though she was wondering how she ended up with an invite to such an elite event anyways. It could be her superiority talking but as far as she was concerned, anything for the girl take something else out of her grasp even if it was just for a few moments.

“Tuh, jealous?” She scoffed, almost offended as she raised a brow, “one has to view the other as competition in order to be jealous and she is far from it.” Valkyrie shot him a smirk to hide her bluff, leaning back against the banister of the balcony as she eyed him, “bold of you to assume I even cared.”

It was cute how she lied, puffed up and strutted about as if she would convince him with posture alone. If they were any other version of themselves, he would use this to push her buttons, threatening to walk away as if he possibly could. He was a brilliant liar, but he had his limits. Pretending he was able to watch her go, gathering her discarded clothes off the floor cast in the stark shadows from burnt out streetlights, unaffected and fine with his empty apartment, was one thing. Leaving her, even for the sake of a joke or to prove a point was impossible. She was right though, it wasn't a competition anymore. They had long passed that finish line and it was taking everything in him to not acknowledge the results. He was hers, wholly and completely, and maybe one day he would be brave enough to actually admit it.

"You don't care, hmm?" Atticus hummed, placing his hands on either side of her and leaned forward, "So all that fixing your dress and flashing my mark on your thigh … just for fun?" His lips hovered just above hers, gaze lazily drifting from them to her eyes, drinking in the reflection of the night sky painted in her purple hue. He didn't care about the stars, not truly, how could he when the brightest of them was right in front of him.

"Does my kitten want more? A set? You keep showing it off, should I just leave one on your neck?" His hand traced up her arm in a ghost of a touch before his thumb pressed against her pulse, "Right there. Where you can't be a fucking tease about it. Ah, but there's also here," his fingers slipped under the crystals of her necklace and rested against her collarbone, "then you'd feel the ache every time you moved your head to look at someone else."

[vctaewon]

Whispering hands gently lead him away // @vcxseojoon​

He was simply floating in the cocoon of oblivion when the medics wheeled him into Agdoeg Emergency. Between the shock, blood loss, and unknown damage to his shoulder and chest, him maintaining his pulse was understood as either dumb luck or a miracle. In truth it was just him being stubborn.

A nurse who wasn't paid enough stuck to the script, unable to give details as Atticus was sent for surgery. Vague words like injury, critical condition, unresponsive painted enough of a picture, but the fact that it wasn't Atticus's voice dryly mumbling and downplaying the situation would be alarming enough. Over his years with the gang, regardless of his role he was always among the last ones standing.

Hours passed and the first thing he noticed was that annoying beeping piercing through the haze. His right hand twitched as if to reach out and slap the snooze button but the motion reminded his body that it existed. From the hospital bed, his brows furrowed as he shifted, forcing the velcro of the sling to dig into his neck and drawing a grumble from his throat. His face twisted with effort as he tried to sit up, essentially flexing uselessly until settling back into the bed. "Fuck," he croaked, squinting under the florescent light and only getting one eye barely open. Gaze landing on a blurry mass, he distantly noted that he needed his glasses before drawing in enough information through the fuzzy figure, "Hyung?"

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

It took her aback how quickly he wrapped her arms around her, and yet she fell into his arms with grace, completely merged in him so comfortably that even in her surprise her body moved on it’s own. She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath most of the event, only brought to her attention when it finally felt as though she could exhale, her gloved arms wrapping around him, the feeling like finally arriving him after a long day.

She allowed the moment to linger, closing her eyes with a sigh as she rested her head against him. There she came to the realization, living life with Atticus meant a life of comfort. It meant going home to a house full even with two bodies in it. Holding him meant she’d always be tethered to the world and loving him meant a life time of happiness. For once she didn’t fear him leaving, taking all the weight of the event off of him just in one embrace, almost forgetting exactly what she’d beckoned him to the balcony to talk about. 

The witch wandered the east for years, trekking from mountain to mountain, sea to sea, desert to desert, searching for a home that called her, only for her to find it in flesh and bones. Find it in the smoky grey orbs of a man who sucked the souls from the living. And all of that transcended on her all at once in that hug. She hadn’t realized how overwhelmed she’d actually been, preparing, and appearing for the night, attached to the arm of someone that the world was grasping at when she only wanted one hand out stretched towards hers. 

“Surprised she talked you into coming.” Valkyrie said simply, as if she hadn’t felt the ultimate collapse of everything she’d ever known, and felt an entire new world begin to grow all at once just at his touch.

/＼ ^.ˍ.^ ／\

There were both a mess of sharp edges, dangerous secrets poised on the tips of tongues, still finding and digging out the embedded chains of their pasts. But their arms fit perfectly around the other, ignorant that holding each other was an act of defiance. Amid the eyes of their storms, there was shelter.

Finding that calm he so desperately needed, he swallowed around the lump in his throat. Run away with me. He licked at his lips to get rid of the bitter taste of forcing those words back down. Knowing that she deserved better than this gilded cage of pyrite, being paraded around these vultures as if she was simply a parakeet and not a phoenix. She didn’t deserve something so cheap but he wanted her back home, watching the neon of the city paint her into a galaxy as she unraveled for him. With him.

He almost asked who she was talking about until the world closed back around them. “She asked me for help,” he explained, stretching back to his typical posture. A curse rolled out under his breath like a prayer as he drank in the sight of her. From across the room she was captivating, but in his arms she was devastating. Lust and hunger boiled over as he pinned her with his gaze, burning a map along her throat of all the places he wanted to leave marks before appreciating the plunging neckline of that fucking dress.

“What surprised me was seeing how jealous you get.”

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[vctaewon]

valvc​:

I can name a couple ways, baby this sh*t might go.  // @vctaewon​

date: Dec, 22nd @ the Elite Winter Ball

It was only a matter of time that she’d be drawn to his orbit. They’d both shown up with others, under one guise or another, but every stolen glance, and shift the slit of her dress ignited the gravitational flame that simmered between them at all times. She’d be a fool to ignore him, it was hard to do so, keep her entire head centered around her Mistress when the man who held so much of her heart was floating around the event arm and arm with one of her subordinates.

There were moments where he jaw clenched in jealousy, head tilted up to size down her appearance, the similar dresses forcing her to trace her teeth with her tongue, trying to swallow down the rage that came with Honey’s protection. It made her stomach turn and flip having to constantly remind herself the reason for the arrangement, and as a lover of women, it had to be made a more important and pressing matter.

The moment that Sebinn had pre-occupied with being the influencer she was, she’d taken that opportunity to excuse herself, a little too uncomfortable with the socialite talk, as she wasn’t anywhere near one of them, though that simply was the excuse she pandered towards in that instance, hoping the goddess would understand her absence. 

She made her self known, heather, feline eyes locking on her lover only for her to roll them and retreat to the balcony, a taunting and tempting sway of her hips as she walked, throwing her long black locks over her shoulder. No need to look back to see he’d follow, even if it wasn’t now, he would.

His jaw was starting to ache with how tightly he’s had to clench his teeth together to keep himself from screaming. Everything about the venue, the people, hell the food, reminded him a little too much of days, choices, he thought were gone when he watched the man that put him there choke on his own blood. Hyunmi’s hand locked against his arm was a needed physical tether because he was so close to breaking the next set of fingers that lingered on either of them. His charcoal eyes burned as scalding bile ate away the inside of his throat every time he reached deep into his trained poise and acted the picture perfect part.

That fire in him blew out when the breath in his lungs escaped at the sight of her. Across the room, clutching someone who didn’t matter. He wasn’t stupid enough to wish it was him. They both didn’t belong here. But now he was stuck struggling against the urge to say fuck it and whisk her away. It took Hyunmi’s nails pinching through his suit jacket to remind him why he was here in the first place, and from that moment on he needed frequent correcting.

So when she finally looked back at him, he all but jumped at her invitation. Muttering a quick excuse that he knew Hyunmi didn’t believe, he stuck to the edges of the room and followed her outside. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he gathered her in his arms, just taking a moment to remember what it felt like to be a person again.

[vctaewon]

valvc​:

The way he looked at her set her soul on fire. She’d mingled with man demons but Atticus was far the superior. Black claws found themselves in her soul, latching to it, a marionette on it’s string. He’d captivated her in a way that was terrifying. In the way Sebinn’s piece so wanted to be in her heart, beauty swimming behind dark eyes, the blooming of peonies and roses, gentle petals cascading to the ground, crumbling into ash. 

“No one asked you about that bat boy,” she teased. It was the only way she knew how, pouring her emotions into the pokes and prods to his temperance, as she hadn’t learned anyways else. How do you categorize the free fall from space into words? The eerie silence, vacuumed sealed into a beautiful explosion of colors and galaxies. How do you memorialize the destruction of stars, each sonic boom a new wave of heat across her skin? It trailed up her arms in spindly tendrils, a dark sludge filled with the planets of their universe. The quiet abandonment she felt over swept by the sudden rush of oxygen into her lungs, the eruption of fire as she entered his atmosphere, he’d brought her back to life, the dying coolness of what was left of her at their meeting becoming a solar system of meteorites and space shuttles. The chill of nitrogen licked her skin as he littered her with ash. The fear of the void, no longer lingering.

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The tones of the night bloomed across the canvas of her features drawing him into the single revelation that she was meant for light. Unable to conjure the Sun for her, he begged the Moon to find its place, its home, illuminated in her eyes. He was the being that belonged obscured by shadow. Darkness resided in his bones instead of marrow and there was no hesitation for him to crack himself open so that she had a chance of shining. When he couldn’t find a single star in her gaze, a terrible premonition pressed into his chest.

A split second glint off gunmetal was his only warning but it was long enough for his body to move. He offered himself to whatever force that would have him, as his entirety wasn’t worth an ounce of her. The flash flood of agony greeted him like an old friend, its searing caress threatening to rip him apart from the threadbare seams. As a knee sunk into snow, clutching his chest, he spat a bubble of caustic crimson. The charcoal in his eyes followed the hazy masked figure before gravity took its claim on him.

As quickly as the heat thrashed through him, a numbing cold spread through his leaking veins. The absence of pain was new and unwelcomed. A sinking sensation dimmed the world but her voice cut through the fog with crystal clarity. The force of her plucking the pieces of him together like only she could. He wanted to see her heather eyes once more and so the flickering cerulean that marked him as his mother’s son faded. The last drop of his energy focused his gaze to her, breathtaking amid tragedy and beautiful in her anger.

He deserved everything she gave him, her curses, her tears, and he silently thanked her for each of them. He wanted to answer her, make it clear that she was being ridiculous. Between them, she was the only one strong enough to walk away, to be okay in the end. It was her, always her. Even with her hands stained by him, his fingers still twitched, drawn to hers, seeking her above all else. As he returned to the serenity in darkness, syllables stuck in his throat, of the words he finally understood the truth in, words he finally could say. 

A pity he wasn’t strong enough.