[private] roll the bones; yadigar

[breach]

BREACH

I'd bare you my heart, if I knew that it still was there
I'm too nervous to look, too afraid to close the book

He touches her throat and there is a whisper.

The slightest hint of a breath caught between her teeth, a moment where she nearly keels. She feels herself nearly unfurl at the intimacy of them curled around one another and how, once, she had been a simple girl running wild who had dreamt of such a thing. Who had seen her future gnarled with his in the swirling of his milky gaze and known that it was a path she would gladly walk forever. A girl who had taken flight on a whim and burrowed into the earth on a fancy and always, always, dreamt of him.

And now he touches her throat and there is nothing beneath his surface.

She wonders if he would be better of lying beneath the veil of dust that covers her mother.

But it stirs enough want in her that she clutches at it desperately. She feels the spark of need, that love flare to life so desperately to life at his promise, and she is not strong enough to walk away from it.

Could she survive it, if this is all that he could give her?

Would she live off these scraps?

This mimicry of the life that she has always dreamt of?

Her throat closes and she just nods before burrowing her face into the thick muscle of his neck, breathing him in deep. Here, engulfed in the darkness of him, she feels wetness on her cheeks finally, but she is also able to imagine that he is there. All of him. That his heart thunders and wants as hers wants. That he loves her that way that she loves him. In the present tense. In the here and now. In the days to come.

“I’ll be there,” she whispers into the scales and the flesh, her voice nearly foreign to her.

He is no shifter, she knows, but she has bent the rules for Atrox’s angel.

She would not deny herself her own ghost.

so take all the wind from my lungs if you're out of air
just deliver me truth, deliver me you