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“Only look at me, little butterfly,” he whispered menacingly.
“Sing for me, little butterfly,” Ingram groaned as he tipped a claw into her mouth to push her jaw down. “Just like that. Be louder. Show me how much you like my cock inside you like this.”
His little butterfly, in his mind, had been claimed by him that day. He’d just been trying to claim her in every other way possible since then, unwittingly seeking to fill the void of longing.
She will be there. She had to be there. Ingram could not lose another person he cared for.
His heart could not be filled with two people who had left him.
“Aleron... Emerie,” he whimpered, reaching up once more to his skull to hold it. “Why did you leave me here by myself?” Was he cursed? Was he not supposed to keep hold of anyone in this world? If so, why the fuck was he trying to stay in it?
“Emerie is who she is, and she will be exactly as you last saw her – with the addition of a few new claw marks. So, knowing all this, do you still wish to make her your bride?”
He just wanted her, his pretty little butterfly.
“Hello, my little owlet.” She hesitated, but then drifted towards him.
“If you want my advice,” Weldir lowly muttered, “choose the human. You cannot take back your life if you choose to leave it behind, and you will learn that not being with her is painful – especially since she will be in your grasp, but utterly unobtainable. However, and I do really mean this, don’t tell her if you plan to stay if she rejects you. That is not fair to her.”
“You may yet steal another soul from me.”
Emerie and Aleron are meeting. His kindred and his chosen female were looking upon each other. And even though they were on the same plane and he wasn’t, it still satisfied a strange part of him he didn’t know existed.
“Your soul is mine to revive, little butterfly.”
“I don’t want another human,” he warmly argued. “You are perfect, just as you are. You are colourful and patient with me, and your kindness touches me here.” He pointed to his chest, just where she once told him that someone special would touch him. “And you are so brave, even when you smell of fear. No other human could compare to you.”
“I don’t want another human, Emerie. I cannot picture a future in that world without you. Now that I know this about you, I do not see younglings and desire them. I only want you and your warmth, your scent, and your presence. You are all that I need.”
“W-what about Aleron?” Emerie asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I need him as well, but it is different. He is here, and he cannot come with me. But you can, and that is all I crave right now.”
Both Aleron and Ingram turned their skulls towards her, just as Ingram put his forefinger through a ring he’d made with his other hand.
“He has been teaching me all about these things I did not know. He said you feel very nice inside. I wonder if, when I also obtain a bride, I can use my d–”
She wrapped her arms around his thick neck and openly buried her face into the fluffy, furry side of it. She also did it to hide from the sight of his wings right before her – she really didn’t like them and was thankful he hadn’t spread them while being in her presence.
“He misses you very much,” she softly stated. “I’ll try to take care of him for you.” Within an instant, all his tension deflated out of him in a single false breath. He loosely wrapped an arm around her waist. “I miss him, too. I will try to find a way back to him.”
“We’ll be waiting for you.”
“Today, little one, you will not be the soul eater you were meant to be.” When Ingram tilted his head at him, he sighed. “Your female is dead, and her soul can no longer be touched by any living Mavka. In order to make her your bride, I will have to attach the bonding threads myself.”
I revived her, and now I will cherish her. “T-too
“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.”
“I am also flawed,” he said, tipping his head. “So let us be flawed together.”
“You are tender towards me, Emerie. You are stern when you need to be, and correct me when I need it, but you still give me the freedom to make up my own mind about the world and the decisions I have made. You aided me through a time in which I was very lost and confused, and helped me to see the world in a warm and colourful way again, when all I saw was blue and red, when all I felt were the emotions that go with them. You have shown me so much and have been patient and forgiving.”
“Because I am... happy you are here when I thought I had lost you. I am overcome by my love for you right now.”
“My bride wants my cock inside her, even though we are in the Veil?” he asked, making sure she understood what she was requesting.
Until then, they would be two lost souls who were wandering the world, but were loved and constantly intertwined. Free, and without responsibility. That sounded perfect.
