04-30-2017, 10:14 PM
Stillwater
She tucked herself into his chest and his body relaxed, his head ducking to embrace her with eyes firmly closed. Why did this feel like goodbye? Must she leave? Why?
He tensed as her light wrapped around them, closing them in tighter together. The tension faded gradually in understanding, and he grasped her closer with an ache in his chest as if she could sink inside and soothe it, become a part of him. Her lips brushed cross him lightly, drew indefinable patterns into his neck and shoulder.
"And now? Now what do you want." Why do they always ask him that, these creatures. What does he want. Why does that matter to them? But he held quiet, kept his silence and just listened to her. "I won't stay away, not unless you want me to. But--"
She jerked back a step or two and he startled. Deep, blue-gray eyes studied her closely as she seemed to think through something, his brows pulled together in concern and puzzlement. Had he done something wrong? But she finally spoke, her realization clear in the quiet shock in her voice. "You didn't know." He gave a short shake of his head. No. He definitely hadn't known, hadn't seen Djinni since they'd.. since he'd.. He hadn't seen her for a while.
She hung her head, her shoulders slumping as though weighed down. "You should go to her, Stillwater." He knew she was right. He knew that he should find Djinni, if he could. He didn't think she'd wanted this to happen, to get pregnant by him. Did she hate him? Would it matter? But he could still feel the truth in what Luster suggested; he should go to her.
But Luster?
She was leaving, wasn't she.
Was there anything he could say that would keep her here? Anything short of promises he couldn't make? To anyone. Should he even try to keep her here? If she wanted to go... It was safer if she left, wasn't it? Safer from him and what he was, what he would do to her again. Maybe next time she wouldn't live. He could practically hear the other scoff in his mind at that. But that wasn't any reassurance, really. Only amusement, wasn't it.
So he would give her no words. He would make her no promises he couldn't possibly keep. Couldn't possibly say. Instead, he closed the short distance her step had put between them, standing over her, staring down at her. Gently, he tilted her face up to him, studied every flickering detail in her eyes. Then he met her lips with his, softly, drank from her in this different way. He kissed every memory into her; taking her to the water, tugging her under to kiss her so deeply in his world, watching her glow with dream-like light below the surface.
His kiss deepened as he pressed more memories into her lips; how she'd heated him as he'd heated her, coaxed the hungry lust to her eyes, had her writhing eagerly beneath him and bucking against his hips. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he started, but he broke away with a quiet gasp, panting with his face resting against hers. He couldn't ask her to stay. He couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to her. She deserved someone who wasn't such a threat to her life. But could he let her go and still survive? He wasn't sure. Had never had to test it.
He kissed her again, brief and hungry. Afraid? He might die.
And then again, desperate and firm. She would live.
Damn, he needed to leave. Had to get away. Danger. His body ached, his teeth throbbed, his skin felt tight. She smelled so good. Tasted so good. When he finally opened his eyes, they were bright and silver and gleaming. Sharp, penetrating, demanding. Pained and furious, he turned away. The beast turned from his favorite feast and let her live. Again.
He tensed as her light wrapped around them, closing them in tighter together. The tension faded gradually in understanding, and he grasped her closer with an ache in his chest as if she could sink inside and soothe it, become a part of him. Her lips brushed cross him lightly, drew indefinable patterns into his neck and shoulder.
"And now? Now what do you want." Why do they always ask him that, these creatures. What does he want. Why does that matter to them? But he held quiet, kept his silence and just listened to her. "I won't stay away, not unless you want me to. But--"
She jerked back a step or two and he startled. Deep, blue-gray eyes studied her closely as she seemed to think through something, his brows pulled together in concern and puzzlement. Had he done something wrong? But she finally spoke, her realization clear in the quiet shock in her voice. "You didn't know." He gave a short shake of his head. No. He definitely hadn't known, hadn't seen Djinni since they'd.. since he'd.. He hadn't seen her for a while.
She hung her head, her shoulders slumping as though weighed down. "You should go to her, Stillwater." He knew she was right. He knew that he should find Djinni, if he could. He didn't think she'd wanted this to happen, to get pregnant by him. Did she hate him? Would it matter? But he could still feel the truth in what Luster suggested; he should go to her.
But Luster?
She was leaving, wasn't she.
Was there anything he could say that would keep her here? Anything short of promises he couldn't make? To anyone. Should he even try to keep her here? If she wanted to go... It was safer if she left, wasn't it? Safer from him and what he was, what he would do to her again. Maybe next time she wouldn't live. He could practically hear the other scoff in his mind at that. But that wasn't any reassurance, really. Only amusement, wasn't it.
So he would give her no words. He would make her no promises he couldn't possibly keep. Couldn't possibly say. Instead, he closed the short distance her step had put between them, standing over her, staring down at her. Gently, he tilted her face up to him, studied every flickering detail in her eyes. Then he met her lips with his, softly, drank from her in this different way. He kissed every memory into her; taking her to the water, tugging her under to kiss her so deeply in his world, watching her glow with dream-like light below the surface.
His kiss deepened as he pressed more memories into her lips; how she'd heated him as he'd heated her, coaxed the hungry lust to her eyes, had her writhing eagerly beneath him and bucking against his hips. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he started, but he broke away with a quiet gasp, panting with his face resting against hers. He couldn't ask her to stay. He couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to her. She deserved someone who wasn't such a threat to her life. But could he let her go and still survive? He wasn't sure. Had never had to test it.
He kissed her again, brief and hungry. Afraid? He might die.
And then again, desperate and firm. She would live.
Damn, he needed to leave. Had to get away. Danger. His body ached, his teeth throbbed, his skin felt tight. She smelled so good. Tasted so good. When he finally opened his eyes, they were bright and silver and gleaming. Sharp, penetrating, demanding. Pained and furious, he turned away. The beast turned from his favorite feast and let her live. Again.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it