06-22-2021, 08:30 PM
He doesn’t compromise, but Mazikeen thinks that’s not quite true. He had once, before she had broken their first deal. Her burning eyes closing to better savour the sensation of words spoken softly beneath her ear as a more pleasant shudder runs through her. She can make up the difference in payment, he tells her, and this satisfies Mazikeen. It is always better, in her mind, for her to pay the price for others. If it is a pound of flesh or something more along the lines of what they are doing now, she would do it.
A piece of that smile lingers when she replies in a quiet, teasing voice. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She shifts to match him, another instinct - another thing to not let herself think about as she touches him back. It is so easy to do this, too easy. Mazikeen feels like she is slipping faster away from herself, faster than she intended, but the feeling of being lost in this is welcomed. This isn’t anything like happiness, but it’s the closest she’s felt to it since she first looked upon her children and that makes her hold on a little tighter. More burning markings fade until it is only just the near-permanent ones down her spine.
This time, there will be no piece of Gale in the baby. This time, it is just her and the Curse.
It may not happen tonight, it may take many more meetings for that strange feeling to flutter within her again, but Mazikeen isn’t worried about that. She doesn’t mind, not when he caresses her like she’s not alone in the wanting and that new heart in her chest beats wildly. She lets herself believe they are in this together and that somehow, there is this small piece of power that she has over him.
She traces the glowing scars, the ones she has only faint memories of giving him, while asking in a low voice “How obedient would you like me to be tonight?” She uses her teeth to nip at his skin, testing and teasing and she forgets to hate herself or cringe at his touch.
Sabal had asked her not to give up but if this is what giving up feels like - it doesn't seem so terrible.
@
Gale
A piece of that smile lingers when she replies in a quiet, teasing voice. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She shifts to match him, another instinct - another thing to not let herself think about as she touches him back. It is so easy to do this, too easy. Mazikeen feels like she is slipping faster away from herself, faster than she intended, but the feeling of being lost in this is welcomed. This isn’t anything like happiness, but it’s the closest she’s felt to it since she first looked upon her children and that makes her hold on a little tighter. More burning markings fade until it is only just the near-permanent ones down her spine.
This time, there will be no piece of Gale in the baby. This time, it is just her and the Curse.
It may not happen tonight, it may take many more meetings for that strange feeling to flutter within her again, but Mazikeen isn’t worried about that. She doesn’t mind, not when he caresses her like she’s not alone in the wanting and that new heart in her chest beats wildly. She lets herself believe they are in this together and that somehow, there is this small piece of power that she has over him.
She traces the glowing scars, the ones she has only faint memories of giving him, while asking in a low voice “How obedient would you like me to be tonight?” She uses her teeth to nip at his skin, testing and teasing and she forgets to hate herself or cringe at his touch.
Sabal had asked her not to give up but if this is what giving up feels like - it doesn't seem so terrible.
@
Gale