09-03-2017, 05:27 PM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
He watches her with hungry, bottomless eyes – searching the depths of the dark and briny water for a glimpse of her form. He is not disappointed when her equine body gives way beneath the surging of the water that he controls, her submergence bringing about her truly unique ability. He blinks slowly, a ravenous smile on his pale and cracked lips, stepping further into his brooding waters to examine her more closely. She had questioned him earlier, but her frantic voice had fallen on deaf ears. He heard nothing but the growl of the waves as they take her under and the rapid pulse of his blood pumping through his veins.
Her eyes are still there, ever present and burning beneath his control, the look of fear now leaving her. It disgruntles him, her lack of panic now that she floats beneath his grip in the frothing waters, but the glow that radiates from her keeps him mesmerized, like a moth staring into a light.
She looks back at him with blinking and calm eyes, her jellyfish DNA allowing her the comfortability of breathing beneath the murky waves. His eyes reflect the glow she gives off, quite enthralled that his suspicion had been correct. She is almost ethereal beneath the dark ripple of water, otherworldly and ghost-like as she patiently floats beneath his grip, her voice as haunting and as gravitating as the water is to him. He snorts, amused.
Maugrim cannot kill her (not in the way that he prefers), so he instead joins her. His grip on her body beneath the waves stays as strong as ever as he melts into the water, no longer a solid being but a fluidity within the waters, yet still a separate entity. Unlike her, his voice does not cut clearly through the water but yet is warbled and bubbling, as if the water itself is speaking to her. He surrounds her, his liquefied body now pressing in close to her beneath their gloomy underworld.
“If not more beautifully, darling,” he murmurs, the water pressing into her more urgently now, as if about to drag her deeper. “Do you want to see?” He offers, and though it sounds like a question, despite her answer, he will show her.
She is his, now.
Her eyes are still there, ever present and burning beneath his control, the look of fear now leaving her. It disgruntles him, her lack of panic now that she floats beneath his grip in the frothing waters, but the glow that radiates from her keeps him mesmerized, like a moth staring into a light.
She looks back at him with blinking and calm eyes, her jellyfish DNA allowing her the comfortability of breathing beneath the murky waves. His eyes reflect the glow she gives off, quite enthralled that his suspicion had been correct. She is almost ethereal beneath the dark ripple of water, otherworldly and ghost-like as she patiently floats beneath his grip, her voice as haunting and as gravitating as the water is to him. He snorts, amused.
Maugrim cannot kill her (not in the way that he prefers), so he instead joins her. His grip on her body beneath the waves stays as strong as ever as he melts into the water, no longer a solid being but a fluidity within the waters, yet still a separate entity. Unlike her, his voice does not cut clearly through the water but yet is warbled and bubbling, as if the water itself is speaking to her. He surrounds her, his liquefied body now pressing in close to her beneath their gloomy underworld.
“If not more beautifully, darling,” he murmurs, the water pressing into her more urgently now, as if about to drag her deeper. “Do you want to see?” He offers, and though it sounds like a question, despite her answer, he will show her.
She is his, now.
m a u g r i m.
@[Dynast]