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everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ryatah - 11-09-2018 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." She had never been good at following the rules. In the beginning, there had been light and dark kingdoms, and, opposite like a moth being drawn to a flame, she had been drawn to the dark; delicate and stark white, mild and quiet, and nothing like the rest of them. She had never tried to change anyone, and they had never tried to change her. Somehow, the lamb had been accepted to live amongst the wolves, and it was a way of life she had become accustomed to. Sweet, light-hearted girls were not meant to dance with demons, but she did. And when Beqanna was once again thrown into turmoil, with lands deemed as safe, and others unsafe, she had obediently found a safe land — but not for long. She never had been one to play it safe. She knows that once her and Skellig’s child was born, she would have to be much more cautious, but for now it remained curled within her swollen barrel, protected from the outside world. And she, she could not shake her reckless nature. The snow is bright and white, similar to her own skin, and her muscles tremble as an icy wind lifts her mane and caresses her curves. And on the wind, mixed with snow and sickness, there is him. It brings the faintest of smiles to her pale lips, approaching him with no hesitation. Sightless and silent she slips alongside him, far too at ease next to someone so uncouth. He is someone that, foolishly, she believes a part of him is hers. Not in the eternal, pure, and loving way of her and Skellig — no, this thing with Ashhal, it is carnal and relentless, something that she cannot place, but something that she still cannot shake. ”You did not seek the safety of a protected land? I’m shocked,” it is said with an amused simper, her teeth finding a tangled strand of mane before letting her lips trail down his shoulder. She knows he will have some sarcastic and biting retort, but she is untroubled by it; she has known him too long to be offended by anything he has to say. RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt @[Ashhal] RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Random Event - 11-14-2018 @[Ryatah] has been infected by the plague (rolled a 5). She will show symptoms (rolled a 2). She will not express a trait (rolled a 6). RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ashhal - 11-16-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night Honestly, if he hadn’t been lazy as fuck, he might have stirred himself off his ass to go join the fight. Hell, one of the very few things he is good at. But he’s never been any good at being anyone’s damned lackey. Not even for a god. And that had felt waaaaay too much like lackey shit for him. RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ryatah - 11-17-2018 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." He is all wrong, and being here is wrong. It chants over and over inside her head, sewing threads of guilt across her heart when she thinks of her sweet, loyal Skellig. She is a disaster, and she always has been. She had deserved everything that happened with Dhumin; she had longed for perfect love and loyalty, and yet she was quick to destroy it after getting it. Time, even though she has lived over a hundred years, has not changed that. So easily she became addicted to this again; alone and clean for countless years, and just a single taste had sent her spiraling. She could have ran into anyone from her past, but she had to run into him. The only one that would tempt her, and the only one that wouldn’t try to stop her. He knew what made her tick, knew exactly how to touch her to make her push everything else out of her mind. She had been strong for so long but something had made her weak; his lips and teeth against her skin, the low vibration of his voice in her ear. Like a fool, she keeps coming back. ”Have I ever been one to play it safe?” She asks him with a tilt of her delicate head, thinking back on her numerous other dangerous exploits; living in Amazonhollow (a land reserved for cruelty, and the obedient girls to sake their lust) in her first home, and the Valley once she came here. She had been born not knowing any other way to live. ”It’s not yours, so don’t worry,” She says with a dry but teasing laugh as he points out her fairly obvious pregnancy, her teeth briefly grasping the skin at his neck. ”Too bad, because you were such a good father with Cadhla.” She isn’t even sure if their daughter had ever even met him; she knew Ashhal would be uninterested, as most of them were. She likely hadn’t even sought him out after that tryst. The weight of his wing across her back sends an involuntary shiver down her spine, and even though her mind screams at her to pull away, her body doesn’t listen. She presses closer, and the way her stark white form melts against his silver skin is falsely sweet — they both knew the game that they were playing, the same game they had been playing since the day they met. With her warm breath fanning across his neck in the wake of her soft lips, even she knows that the game is far from over. RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt @[Ashhal] RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ashhal - 11-24-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night She should damned well know better than anyone just how little he denies himself. He’s never made any false claims to sainthood, and what the fuck is modesty anyway? Clearly something he’s never had nor ever even thought about a day in his misbegotten life. Only a fool would come to him expecting him to preserve something he’s never even given a thought to, and she’s no damned fool. Hell, the only reason she would come around again so soon is because she’s been yearning to live a little dangerously. RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ryatah - 11-30-2018 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." Something between a snort and a laugh escapes her at his first words, and she would have rolled her eyes if she still had them. ”I’m pretty sure that one was yours, anyway.” Her own tone is one of feigned thoughtfulness, but tinged with mirth, an amused smile playing at the corners of her lips. She has had her fair share of misadventures, but there was never a question of who sired which child — she had that much going for her, at least. She is hyper aware of his wing tightening around her, draped over her side and pulling her closer. It would be easy to pull away; Ashhal was unabashed and forward, but somewhere underneath the brash exterior was someone that would let her walk away if she chose to. She has known him long enough to know he wouldn’t chase her — not when there was another target just around the corner. A likely younger and prettier conquest, at that. He was sex-driven, but he has never been cruel to her; she was tangling herself in a web of her own weaving — not his. His lips touch her skin, then, trailing up her face and leaving heat in its wake. Her svelte frame trembles involuntarily, trying to ignore the feeling that spreads like electricity through the network of her veins. His teeth tug at the tangled strands of her white mane, a seemingly innocent gesture, but there is nothing innocent about either one of them. ”I don’t know what you’re implying,” her voice is a low murmur, but even as she says it, her lips are tracing the curve of his jaw upwards towards his throat, before letting her teeth scrape lightly against the sensitive skin that lay hidden there. She has never been a very good liar. Somewhere in the back of her mind there is guilt, but it is overridden by the demanding urge that has been brewing for far too long. She knows he can feel it, she knows they both know exactly where this is leading, and for now, she is letting herself pretend she is powerless to stop it. Her body has her mistakes written in scars all across it like a map, and still she never learns. RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt @[Ashhal] RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ashhal - 12-01-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night An amused snort escapes him at her pithy reply. He didn’t believe for a fucking minute she didn’t know which kid was his. They might have had their fun together, but it’s not like she was out there fucking five men every damn day. Not that he would have minded, gentleman that he is. One could almost say he was the ultimate feminist. Because frankly, he’d never given a damn if they’d slept with anyone else. Hell, could’ve been a legion and he’d probably do no more than shrug. RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ryatah - 12-02-2018 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." Again. She will hate herself in the morning, and the next, and the one after that. She knows this, and she still presses her mouth into the nape of his silver neck, the strands of his mane brushing against her face. His lips are just barely above her skin, so close that she can feel his breath against her when he speaks, and such that when he accidentally, hardly touches her it sends a wave of heat between her thighs. ”I know you’d love to,” And somehow her voice is still sweet and steady, even though she is already trembling on the inside. ”Nothing has really changed in that regard, has it?” Her slender body slides easily against his, curling around him so his head lays across her back, with a suggestive tip of her head as she says in a low, hushed tone, ”So show me.” RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt @[Ashhal] RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ashhal - 12-05-2018 I tried to sell my soul last night Every subtle shift of her body, her soft breath on his skin, all of it tells him everything her words won’t say. He’d lived too goddamned long not to know how to read a woman’s body. Besides, it’s not like her scent isn’t a dead fucking giveaway. He grins against her, lips curling in satisfaction. It doesn’t seem to matter that he’s had her before. He’d have her again and again. RE: everyone I know goes away in the end, Ashhal - Ryatah - 12-07-2018 “What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end." She would never admit to him that she loved the game as much as he did; but why else would she keep coming back? It isn’t hard to figure out, but the guilt is less prevalent if she refuses to acknowledge this for what it is — insatiable lust. Every part of her has been dormant for so long — years upon years of isolation, with a silent tongue and a quiet mind, with nothing as an outlet for everything she buries beneath her placid, eerily calm facade. She has always been broken and imperfect, and she is just so tired of pretending she isn’t. There is no rhyme or reason to why he is the one that alights everything that has been dead inside, when she had someone waiting at home that did exactly the same, who was all she needed and more. But there was something decidedly delightful and dangerous in knowing that this is the last place she should be, and maybe there is something reassuring in the notion that they both know there are no strings tying them together. She doesn’t need to see him to feel the dark tension that lays so heavily between them now, feeling the way he presses closer, and knowing they share the same hunger. His lips trailing across her white skin causes an involuntary shudder, and her jaw clenches as his teeth grasp her withers. She is trembling as his touch slides along the curves he’s already explored before, her pulse rushing as he touches each new spot. It is painstakingly slow, and even though she is quivering in want and anticipation, she knows exactly what he is after — he wants her to plead, and even though her breath quickens almost imperceptibly, she doesn’t comply, yet. It is only when he suddenly bites that her breath becomes a strangled gasp in her throat, and something about his words, his voice, his touch against her ignites her. She spins, quick and effortless as she suddenly presses hard and aggressively with her chest against his, her teeth snapping briefly at his throat as she says in a voice that is low and taut, ”Just for today, it is.” Her mouth slides along his neck, her breath hot and nearly gasping, shuddering against him as she says with a sultry smile into his flesh, ”You better make it count.” RYATAH you could have it all, my empire of dirt @[Ashhal] |