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Not everyone understood that when someone shared their pain with another who had just spoken of their own, the person was just trying to relate. To show them they cared and were someone they could truly lean on who didn’t need to imagine how they’d felt, but rather remember it on a deeply ingrained level.
Unfortunately, it could often be misconstrued as a competition. Or sometimes people took offense to it, thinking they were belittling their pain, or trying to make it feel insignificant.
Ingram wished his chest would stop hurting. Why did it have to feel physical? Like a part of him was missing just as much as his kindred, his... twin. There was a wound just below the surface, right where his heart was. It was cold, like a ball of ice had grown there to replace it so he didn’t bleed out.
He was teaching her how to live freely, while she taught him about the world.
his winsome and tender heart... how could anyone not be attracted to it? He wasn’t perfect – sometimes his lack of intelligence could be frustrating – but it was also what made him who he was. A creature that wanted to be kind and gentle, even if he didn’t know how.
Emerie whimpered in uncertainty, and the rabbit Duskwalker tried to say something. Then she smacked her on the top of the head a few times in a different form of pat, and Emerie’s neck kinked each time. At this rate, the creature was going to comfort her by petting her to fucking death as well.
Duskwalkers can fucking heal?!
Clawing at the mud just like she did to escape the water, a hulking form with red glowing orbs and a white raven skull greeted her. Fuck. Her friend wasn’t home right now, and she doubted she could leave a message on the door he called a brain!
Oh dear lord, Emerie had just doomed this woman. All she could think to scream was... “Run!” Where? Who fucking knew. Better than dying like a sacrificial lamb.
She imagined Ingram sitting with his back against the door, barring anyone entry. As much as it would have been unneeded, it still made her feel like fluffy dandelions were sprouting in her chest.
“Sorry, but I cannot help you. Mayumi didn’t just fall into my lap, she crawled into it. I had no idea how to instigate this with her, and without her doing so, I think I would still be hiding in the trees surrounding her family cottage.” “That is... creepy,” Ingram stated.
Both froze, just as a little Ghost had her back turned and looked as though she was tiptoeing in an attempt to sneak away. Orpheus cocked his head. “Reia...?” The Ghost halted and straightened as though someone had shoved a board up her dress. It was hard to tell who it truly was, being see-through and cloudy white from head to feet. She turned solid, and blonde hair fluttered as she spun around with her arms out in greeting. “Orpheus,” she exclaimed, with an awkward cringe. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“He’s trying to break his skull!” Just when Ingram felt his rigid skull starting to bend in multiple places as it creaked, one of his arms was ripped back. He immediately roared and turned to the Mavka, his orbs bleeding red droplets. He’d been so close! Just a little more, and he would have gone to where they were, to the afterworld.
“You understand how I feel, yes? You have lost many humans.” When Orpheus confirmed, he asked, “Break my skull. Let me leave here. I cannot take it.” “Ingram,” both Reia and Lindiwe cried out.
“I am sorry I did not realise it before you tried to take yourself away from me, but I love you, Emerie. We are connected, but I would like to make us one. I would like for you to be my bride, so I can show you that love in all the forms I can.”
“You are mine now, my little bride.” He trailed the tip of his claw behind the shell of her ear, enjoying that she shivered in reaction for him. “And you will not spend a moment apart from me. I have already proven that I will travel across existences to obtain you, rescue you, and keep you, and not even the afterworld can hide you from me. You are mine.”
“Why are you still crying, Ingram?” she asked. He paused as he darted his sight to her face. “Especially when your orbs are pink.” “Because I am... happy you are here when I thought I had lost you. I am overcome by my love for you right now.” “I love you, too.” Her own eyes prickled with tears, and she cupped the underside of his jaw with both hands. “You are very pretty like this.”
let all the Veil know she was completely and utterly his now. That he had saved her, and nothing could take her from him again. She is mine. His orbs flared dark green for just a moment as the aggressive swell of his emotions gripped him, possessive and covetous. My bride to take, to cherish.
