10-04-2018, 02:54 PM
 By her tears, Daemron is baptized into new life – one he lives for her, and her alone. Welling with the unforeseen depths of her vulnerability, a ferocious protectiveness crashes into him. Wave upon wave of it washes over him, the emotion violent and irrepressible, sinking to the very marrow of his bones. A shudder runs down his spine at the sheer intensity of it. She overpowers him, and that sudden and uncontrollable feeling – (submission) – rattles him to his core. He takes a steadying breath and turns to hold Pyxis close, raging fires and wild rivers coursing through him until he cannot distinguish whether he is burning or drowning in her. What he does know is that he cannot be saved from this – and, against all instinct, he knows he doesn’t want to be. He places a kiss upon her brow. “I could ask you the same thing,” he responds quietly, every fibre of his being immersed and enraptured and conquered by her. The truth is that he would do anything for her, and so there is only one thing left to say in answer to her thanks. “Pyxis,” he exhales, “I love you.” Earlier Daemron had used the words to assault her defenses; now they are a confession that exposes him instead. And with them, he seals his fate. He is entirely – (eternally) – at her mercy. daemronlost to the hunt as I was to you |
omg laura you slay me, your post was just so exquisite and I am so unworthy <333