He chokes at her touch, gutteral exhale made all the more sharp by how his head tips back against her shoulder.
Nothing scalds like tenderness. Nothing wounds like mercy. His fangs cinch together so viciously he feels as though they might crack, nausea bottled high in the back of his throat. It’s unbearable. Her warmth. Her closeness. The relief that comes from having her near— and how addicted he’s become to the simplicity of it.
The hand that locks around her wrist was meant to pull her from him, but instead his blunted nails bite furiously into her skin. A line of livid half-moons, clutching.
Two hundred years, and the only lesson he's learned is how to continuously play his own foil.
And the only way he knows how to cope with that is by making everyone else suffer just as much.
"I said leave." Rough-cut syllables spilling more from his gut than his teeth, “I changed my mind. I don’t want you here. Or is that too difficult for you to understand?”
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Nothing scalds like tenderness. Nothing wounds like mercy. His fangs cinch together so viciously he feels as though they might crack, nausea bottled high in the back of his throat. It’s unbearable. Her warmth. Her closeness. The relief that comes from having her near— and how addicted he’s become to the simplicity of it.
The hand that locks around her wrist was meant to pull her from him, but instead his blunted nails bite furiously into her skin. A line of livid half-moons, clutching.
Two hundred years, and the only lesson he's learned is how to continuously play his own foil.
And the only way he knows how to cope with that is by making everyone else suffer just as much.
"I said leave." Rough-cut syllables spilling more from his gut than his teeth, “I changed my mind. I don’t want you here. Or is that too difficult for you to understand?”