Ember's Desire (Behex Mature)
Jun 12, 2021 4:23:34 GMT
Post by Grimm on Jun 12, 2021 4:23:34 GMT
They had not been the words that Victor had wanted to hear and before the words could even finish falling from Laurent’s lips, Victor was sinking his fangs into the soft flesh of the hybrid. Laurent’s permission was all it took to make him do it and Victor hated himself for it. Victor pulled Laurent closer as he fed. This blood was warm, his body was warm on top of him. He wanted more. And the satisfaction left him gulping uncontrollably, until the visions of Laurent’s existence began to play out like a book.
With a cry Victor shoved Laurent away from him, recoiling with his knees to his chest, cradling his head. “Don’t….don’t ever let me.” Victor sobbed unable to handle the baggage that came along with feeding. Simple skin to skin contact was enough to activate Victor’s oracle powers and drinking someone’s blood, it was like a nightmare. With a touch he could pull away; with it coursing through his veins, it wasn’t so easy to escape. And Laurent’s life was overwhelming Victor.
In a scramble from the bed, Victor snatched a stick of charcoal and began to draw upon the wall. His strokes were large and swaying, at times his head bowed down while his hand scraped the blacked marks across it’s painted surface. He used his hands to smudge and smear what might have at first just looked like mad scribbling into something from Laurent’s life; although whether from the past, present, or future was not clear to Victor. It was maddening.
The tears fell from his eyes which had returned to the bright green orbs they had once been. Unable to stop until the vision had left him, Victor pushed and pulled the charcoal. Layer by layer building upon the details until he was left with the charcoal mural spanning the blank wall.
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Sasha allowed Lucien to pull him to the sink, letting him inspect the superficial wound, which was clean, to the vein and almost looked intentional. “People started going missing. Then one night all the children went missing. We went out looking for them, we found them drowned in the bog. Although my little sister was unharmed.” Sasha relayed the weird things that happened in the village with a relatively pleasant disposition.
“She said she had a dream where she had been following a unicorn, but she had been scared of the marsh and ended up waking up from the dream.” There was a bit of a disappointment in the tone of his voice. “But the next night she jumped off the roof, broke her neck when she landed.” And the pleasant tone returned.
With a cry Victor shoved Laurent away from him, recoiling with his knees to his chest, cradling his head. “Don’t….don’t ever let me.” Victor sobbed unable to handle the baggage that came along with feeding. Simple skin to skin contact was enough to activate Victor’s oracle powers and drinking someone’s blood, it was like a nightmare. With a touch he could pull away; with it coursing through his veins, it wasn’t so easy to escape. And Laurent’s life was overwhelming Victor.
In a scramble from the bed, Victor snatched a stick of charcoal and began to draw upon the wall. His strokes were large and swaying, at times his head bowed down while his hand scraped the blacked marks across it’s painted surface. He used his hands to smudge and smear what might have at first just looked like mad scribbling into something from Laurent’s life; although whether from the past, present, or future was not clear to Victor. It was maddening.
The tears fell from his eyes which had returned to the bright green orbs they had once been. Unable to stop until the vision had left him, Victor pushed and pulled the charcoal. Layer by layer building upon the details until he was left with the charcoal mural spanning the blank wall.
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Sasha allowed Lucien to pull him to the sink, letting him inspect the superficial wound, which was clean, to the vein and almost looked intentional. “People started going missing. Then one night all the children went missing. We went out looking for them, we found them drowned in the bog. Although my little sister was unharmed.” Sasha relayed the weird things that happened in the village with a relatively pleasant disposition.
“She said she had a dream where she had been following a unicorn, but she had been scared of the marsh and ended up waking up from the dream.” There was a bit of a disappointment in the tone of his voice. “But the next night she jumped off the roof, broke her neck when she landed.” And the pleasant tone returned.