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tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - leliana - 01-14-2017 leliana oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me RE: tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - Dovev - 01-15-2017 He forgot what he was doing. He seemed to be forgetting a lot of things lately. It was her fault, though, this time. She lay there, curled in on herself. Her blue wings were all wrong, but the rest... was almost right. Almost right. He was helpless as he was pulled straight to her like a machine with a directive, unblinking. Nothing could divert him. That tug reached so deeply, coiling around his cold heart and locking tight. Helpless. The smog in his mind swirled, but didn't clear. But movement was good, right? Something in him needed her. Blood dripped unheeded in his wake, as it always did, escaping from around the ruptured bone plates standing out of him. One day it would be an armor, but at his young age it only reached a few inches. The shard on his face would become a mask, the magician had shown him that, but for now it only went from nostrils to eyes. Smaller plates would come from the sides, just after his mouth, but it would never cover that spot of blue coloring the corner of his lip. He breathed, standing over her with a new softness in his eyes. Was she asleep? She was almost right; her color, her sweet innocence. It may be enough. Dark muzzle lowered to touch hers, smell her, feel her. Blood smeared across her perfect velvet, and he felt immediate regret. But she was so soft. And she was almost right. He lowered himself, curled around her so carefully, trying not to stain her with more blood. He failed of course, blood was everywhere. But it was his, and not hers, and that should matter. His mouth hovered at her nape, breathing her. It wasn't right, but it was still so very good. Hot breaths sank into her hair, and he stayed there silently, ready to pin her to him if she moved as he explored the feel of her against him. Almost right. But right enough. Mine.. RE: tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - leliana - 01-15-2017 I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well I put everything I had into something that didn't grow RE: tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - Dovev - 01-15-2017 She was so soft, so smooth. Even her movements were like a slow dip into warm water when she stirred at his side. He felt a ripple of sadness that he'd awakened her, she was so beautiful when she slept. But she was so beautiful now too, awake and looking at him. Too soon her gentle gaze fell to his wounds, the disgusting things ruining her lovely skin. He hated himself for it. Now she would run, hate him, fear him. He was repulsive. Why couldn't he still be so thick and beautiful as he had been before the magic came alive? But she was still there, comfortably at his side. Did he dare to hope? Her petite muzzle stroked his cheek, and he froze in shock, afraid to move and break this beautiful spell. It's going to be okay. Alluring black eyes searched hers, confused, intrigued. Then her lashes fell, and something melted into him. He inhaled sharply and tensed. He fought the urge to pull away, jump to his feet and defend. As he'd been trained. But his muscles locked him in place. It wasn't like the sudden pain of growth, bones shifting and pushing out of him a little more. No, it was... so soothing. A balm to his hardened heart. And as her magic flowed through him, finally silencing the dull aches that never left him and staunching the blood flow constantly leaking out of him, he was pulled closer to her. His forehead rested against hers, eyes closing, and his lips parted in a quiet sigh. Finally, his body was silent. So wonderfully silent. She shifted, and he relinquished his embrace enough for her wings to stretch, change to something new, then pull over him like a soft blanket. He soaked in that feeling of comfort and care. And somewhere deep inside him, he knew someone had once cared for him before, prior to his time with the magician. The brutal training that had changed him, recreated him. But no name or face came to mind for that caregiver. Lost forever. He twisted around, his head turning away from her to look over his opposite shoulder. Ah, but it was still there. Her healing could not remove the magician's brand on his flank. Perhaps only the magician himself could remove his claim on the young black stallion. Relinquish his ownership. A light touch at his neck brought him around again, turning back to his beautiful healer. That should be better. Since he could remember, he had been harsh. Sharp. Brutal. Temperamental. His anger always flared so quickly, raged so strongly. Today, with her, he was finally subdued. He was allowed to be someone else, just for today. Maybe the magician wouldn't learn of it. Or maybe he would be punished for it later. He was just thinking she might be worth it though, as his forehead once again laid against her bare skin at her neck. She was like a beautiful memory. Something he'd had before, and yet had never known. So confusing. Had he or hadn't he ever had someone care for him? He thought maybe, back when he was massive with muscle and not a sickly skeleton with a sheer, black cloak. He couldn't remember missing his good looks before now. He wished he could be handsome for her. Would she have liked him? It didn't matter. He was a machine now; a tool, a weapon. A time bomb. Maybe it was worth the magician's wrath to stay, to make a new memory of light for all the darkness that was he. He shifted closer, meeting as much of her warm skin as he could. For once in his life, he thought, he was gentle and sweet. Because somehow it felt familiar and yet new, but he clung to that feeling as he passed his lips over her neck. Slow, light kisses, and warm breaths. He inhaled her scent, tasted her skin. When he reached her throat, he gave her a gentle, teasing little bite, just barely pinching to stir her nerves. Just for today, he'd make a memory that would last him forever in the darkness. RE: tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - leliana - 01-17-2017 I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well I put everything I had into something that didn't grow RE: tell me life is beautiful; toli pony - Dovev - 01-18-2017 Leliana.. His head shook just barely, though he wasn't sure what he meant to say 'no' to. Don't speak? The not-quite-right of her name? The wrongness of what this moment was doing to him? The refusal to give his own name? Just no.. "My name is Leliana," her honeyed voice kissed him again, but he couldn't do it. There was something wrong with giving her his name, fraught with blood and death and darkness. How could he ruin her with it? It was just a name, though, wasn't it? Somehow, in that moment, it felt like more. As though he would bare himself -all his darkest secrets and blatant evils- so openly for her. And... for some reason, he didn't want her to know who and what he truly was. Her acceptance could only go so far, and he still needed more. Just a little more. She held so perfectly still at his bite, trying to stir her nerves, awake her senses to every barest touch of their skin. Exactly how intensely he was feeling them. Her sweet lips found the ridge of bone at his face and he shuttered her from the shame in his eyes, his breath locked tight in his lungs. Ugly. Frightening. Weapon. Death. A weapon, a weapon. Ugly. He opened them again, a deep, black ocean of vulnerability. And her soft, steady umbra stared back at him. So much innocent warmth. He needed her. He cradled that calm gaze in his as he shifted slowly, leaning above her and moving closer until her head rested gently on the ground beneath him. He hovered over her, forearms on either side, black hair falling loosely to curtain her beautiful face. She was doing this to him. Turning him into something careful, gentle. Filing down his sharp edges to a soft, dull, smooth. He couldn't allow it. Wouldn't allow it. But he wasn't done. He still needed more. Just a little more. Satin-black eyes traced every delicate curve, putting every perfect detail to his empty memory. Filling all the dusty, dark spaces with her glorious light. Slowly, his head dipped and he was kissing her again; the corner of her lips, making his way to her cheek, over her eyes. Damn, he wanted her. He held his control, though, and the sweet kisses slid to her jaw, her smooth throat, a gradual line down her bare neck. Purposeful, methodical trail to the gentle slope of her shoulder where he placed another teasing bite, seeking to arouse her. He wanted to remember her. Needed to. Then he reversed his path back, taking his time, drawing it out. He needed this. He needed her. He'd get hell when he got back, but it would be worth every moment here with her. When his lips finally returned to their place at the corner of her mouth again, he was done. Guilt for using her this way, for enjoying it so damn much and wanting more, rendered him further silent. He pressed his cheek to hers, a surprisingly painful goodbye. He was such an ass. He knew it, she would know it. There wasn't a reality where he deserved any more time with her, any more perfect memories. But she was dangerously dulling the lethal edge he must maintain. And yet still, his husky voice escaped him. So unwisely escaped him. Ischia. So she knew where to send her furious older brothers when she realized how deeply she hated him. And, damn, he deserved it, because he couldn't bring himself to regret any of this. He pulled away, his heart hardening to the very new and terrifying emotion budding within, and stood. Then he walked away. Then he ran away. Because, damn if he didn't want to stay. |