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“To learn that I am nothing but a slave for a master,
that I am nothing but a messenger of souls for him, was painful. I thought we were created in want, in love, and instead, this horrible truth left me feeling empty.”
His next breath sounded more like a distressed wheeze with a quiet whine.
“I am not the first Mavka,”
The play was often accompanied by our bloodlust, and when it had been a particularly ruthless fight, I had crushed his skull in my hand. Then I sat there, waiting for him to come back, and he never did.
There never was, and never has been, a chance for us to bond. The pain we share is too great,
I hate how she sees that in me.”
So now, I am the oldest Mavka, but not the first, and everything I have suffered is shared to protect them, whereas I was not shielded from that suffering.”
“I think this is the first time I’ve hugged someone,” he admitted with an awkward mumble.
“I figured as much. Feel better?” “Not at all. It changes nothing.”
“I told you to forget what I said,” he rumbled, so close to a growl. “What I said matters little, and I don’t like that you overheard it.”
When his snarl only turned into a soft growl, probably worried she’d try anyway, Raewyn growled right back. He quietened completely, like the wind had been knocked out of him. After a few moments of heavy, uncomfortable silence, he tickled his claws down her nape, forcing a mewl from her. Then he said warmly, “I really like it when you do that.” A small, but disappointed smile curled her lips. I know, she thought, which is why she enjoyed doing it.
He’d taken it upon himself to figure out how to cook, so she always had food ready. He cleaned the cave almost daily – he didn’t like that their mingling scents, mainly those of a sexual nature, were making him foggy-headed.
What she liked the most was that he was more affectionate: not with his words, but with his actions. Like now, he stood behind her, his hands on the bench on either side of her, and plonked the underside of his jaw on top of her head. Then, he shared his sight with her so she could see what she needed to clean without having to feel for it.
He said nothing, offered no explanation. He was just silently seeking attention, since she’d been ignoring him for most of the day while she was busy.
She often asked him to read to her, since she couldn’t, and he always complied.
She also just adored annoying him.
It was after only two pages that he rudely stated, “Fucking hell, you’re so slow. You’ll put me to sleep at this rate.”
“You could slowly read to me until the world ended, little fairy.
He’d begun laughing with her more freely lately, like he found her humorous.
“Because I thought it would be funny.”
He stripped the bed of its blanket, steered her to where he wanted her, and sat back down right near the entrance while facing it. They were a safe distance away from the pooling rain as he drew her back into his lap like before, this time with the blanket covering her.
“I like the rain.”
It removes the quiet and replaces it with its own music.”
It’s like being held by the world. It was a cold, wet hug. He turned his sight down to her momentarily. Although this hug is much more favourable. He held her a little tighter.
I don’t want to become like Orpheus.
That was a lie, considering he didn’t make her cry often. It was why seeing her do so now was puzzling.
The more she listed off how much she hated this world, which had been his home all his life, the more his chest sunk.
“I’m sure it’s uncomfortable to have someone crying on your lap when you’re trying to enjoy something,”
Does she think I care that much about the rain?
“They are arm guards,”
You shouldn’t harm yourself on my arms again if I wear them.”
I don’t think I want her to have more freedom. He was already smitten with touching her.
Every time he touched her, tasted her, fucked her, Merikh knew he was infecting himself with her. Every time she allowed him to hold her as he was now, which he tried to do often, the more he was succumbing to her gentle poison.
With the golden sun shining over her beautiful, rich-taupe skin, the water made her glitter with sparkles of light and warmth.
Now, instead, he just marvelled at the pretty mermaid swimming in his own private lake.
She wasn’t very elegant, otherwise he might have thought she were a swan. Then again, his little fairy could become whatever she wished to be.
She poked her tongue out at him, but her smile had returned and that’s all he cared about. He could ignore everything else now that he had his mermaid back.
Swim, swim, little fairy, he thought as he eyed her naked body through the ripples of the water. Swim as fast as you can from me.
Faunus has a youngling?
I grow tired of fighting. I grow tired of blood, death, and hatred.
He no longer wanted to feel blood cooling in his hands when he could feel warm strands of coily white hair. He no longer wanted to dig his claws in to shred flesh when he’d rather tickle them along the indents of Raewyn’s spine, or thigh, or the nape of her neck. He’d rather his tongue be coated in her, every part of her, rather than the tangy, coppery taste of blood and entrails, or stomach acid.
I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want to... hurt her.
Why can I never just pick my own side?
sharp whine hollowed his chest. The last time he’d been this distressed was when he’d discovered he’d killed his own brother, and that he wasn’t going to return no matter how long he sat by his broken skull. It was pure and utter agony. His orbs broke as droplets began to float around his skull, and he snarled and snapped his fangs at each one. He hated the evidence of his ethereal tears,
He realised what he’d been seeking for years was something to chase away everything that hurt, everything bleak and dark. He’d been seeking his polar opposite so he could finally feel wanted and accepted. He’d been seeking his own little light, a star to shine in the shroud of darkness and endless void of his life. I want her.
His orbs turned a bright flamingo pink as he stared at his own personal piece of light – and it wasn’t the one she was holding. I don’t want to let her go. I want her to be mine. He thought he could handle being anywhere, in any world, so long as she was there to brighten it for him.
Whenever she wasn’t looking at him, his orbs couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be bright pink or a deep orange.
I will keep her... here... where it is safe.
He would convince her to become his bride.
