Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
He can’t remember the last time he had been mothered and Sabra does so in a weird twisted way. Maybe it’s the lingering effects from her magic but he finds himself nodding slightly as she speaks, finds himself agreeing with her. He was a handsome thing, mortal and ordinary in every other way, but at least he had his looks. That was a waste wasn’t it? He should at least be appreciated for the little worth he had.
As they walk beneath the dreary trees and amongst the shadows, she delves deeper into her meanings. The way she talks about him, the way she looks at him with such promise. It stirs something around the heart of stone that weighs heavily in his broad chest, It’s a perverse emotion, strange even, that he feels a need to please Sabra as much as he’s put off by her. He can’t tell if this is part of her magic but he has a feeling it has more to do with himself. He doesn’t like any of this but the smug smirk spreads instinctively as he glances at her from the corner of a dark red eye.
“A dull life is a fate worse than death.” It’s why he drowns himself in nectar and earthly pleasures, at least that’s what he tells himself. That it’s the avoidance of boredom that drives him to drink and be reckless. He doesn’t even realize just how much of himself he’s revealed in such a short amount of time, weaknesses exposed that she’s latched onto with precision.
The tone of anticipation isn’t missed, seeming to be pleased with his one skill. Even as a ribbon of dread weaves itself into his system, he curls the corner of his lip suggestively. “As if I need to prove it to you?” He sneers, raising a brow at her. “I'm curious...Has anyone ever wanted you, with that thing sticking out of your chest?” It’s only a small taste of the venom he’s built inside himself, one that he curls into for protection as he tries his best to navigate the game he’s suddenly in.
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@[Sabra]