01-19-2019, 12:56 PM
you've got to move slowly, take and eat my body like it's holy.
Sabbath has never wondered what comes after or even before life but rather focuses on the here and now. Still young, she knows things but fails to see the significance in all the little facts she knows about her world. She knows that Eight offered up his wing like a feast, like a banquet and never stopped to wonder why someone would do anything like that. But now her instincts have taken control and they tell her that now is the time to fear what she does not understand. They push her back from him in clumsy steps that nearly make her fall.
But the hunger still looms in the rafters of her mind, watching with greedy magpie eyes every time his artery twitches there beneath the tender flesh of his neck. The singularity black patches of her soul say that if he offers a bite, she should take the whole wing. Kick the chair yourself if it means being within reach of that vulnerable throat. He has offered up his skin and there’s still so much more to take from him!
While her instincts battle her greed, though, she hears him speak a single word for her to cling to. Eight. Sabbath remains in place, muscles shivering like its still the dead of winter all around them despite the forge of spring slowly waking up. She doesn’t know the meaning of her own name or why Vulgaris chose it. He spoke it like his favorite prayer over her newborn skin and then Leliana said it like quivering salvation when he didn’t come home.
But now no one says her name like anything. They don’t speak it at all.
“I’m lost,” she finally repeats after what feels like centuries for someone as young as her. Her ferocity climbs back up into the attic and hides away for now, biding its time until the opportunity presents itself once more. Tears swell to the very edge of her eyelid and the delicate eyelashes there. Her sage green eyes go soft and she wants to run from here but there’s nowhere to run to that he can’t find her. Something in her bones knows that easily enough without ever being told. Some ancient part of her blood saw the eternity in his and recognized all that magic.
“What should I do?”
Sabbath doesn’t know why she’s asking him or letting him have any say in shaping who she will become someday. But there are no alternatives here or there so she finally steps off the edge of that chair herself to surrender any control she might’ve had before. Maybe being with a monster beats beating alone or maybe she’ll pay the price for this decision. Either way, it’s only polite to return his offering of his body with one of her own.
But the hunger still looms in the rafters of her mind, watching with greedy magpie eyes every time his artery twitches there beneath the tender flesh of his neck. The singularity black patches of her soul say that if he offers a bite, she should take the whole wing. Kick the chair yourself if it means being within reach of that vulnerable throat. He has offered up his skin and there’s still so much more to take from him!
While her instincts battle her greed, though, she hears him speak a single word for her to cling to. Eight. Sabbath remains in place, muscles shivering like its still the dead of winter all around them despite the forge of spring slowly waking up. She doesn’t know the meaning of her own name or why Vulgaris chose it. He spoke it like his favorite prayer over her newborn skin and then Leliana said it like quivering salvation when he didn’t come home.
But now no one says her name like anything. They don’t speak it at all.
“I’m lost,” she finally repeats after what feels like centuries for someone as young as her. Her ferocity climbs back up into the attic and hides away for now, biding its time until the opportunity presents itself once more. Tears swell to the very edge of her eyelid and the delicate eyelashes there. Her sage green eyes go soft and she wants to run from here but there’s nowhere to run to that he can’t find her. Something in her bones knows that easily enough without ever being told. Some ancient part of her blood saw the eternity in his and recognized all that magic.
“What should I do?”
Sabbath doesn’t know why she’s asking him or letting him have any say in shaping who she will become someday. But there are no alternatives here or there so she finally steps off the edge of that chair herself to surrender any control she might’ve had before. Maybe being with a monster beats beating alone or maybe she’ll pay the price for this decision. Either way, it’s only polite to return his offering of his body with one of her own.