[private] Crown of Bone and Thorn(Rapt)

[rapt]

rapt

rapt.

I need you to be a monster
which is to say, I am trying not to love you

He sees, of course, that she is not quite the same, but the similarity is still jarring. He fights the urge to sink to his knees, his muscles crying out for the familiar movement, to the pattern that once swallowed him whole. Instead, he remains standing, a placid façade draped on his features.
She is a stranger, he reminds himself, and then, she is not him.
Oh, would that she were!
She speaks, then, an easy command in her tone. It’s cutting enough, the words - you don’t look like our type - but she is right. Rapt is handsome enough, but he is plain – colored gold with a faint glow, and the ability to heal his own wounds, but these are paltry compared to so many others.
“I served, once,” he says, perhaps oversharing, but he is eager to prove that Bruise once found him worthy of attention, even if the attention was cruel and bloody.

She speaks again, a vague demand, and Rapt feels that same urge to obey thrum in his veins.
“Rapt,” he says, giving her his name. He wouldn’t dare offer Bruise’s name like it was his own to give.

which is to say, I am still dreaming of kissing your claws

@ Kreed