Even in these chains, you won't stop me

Alastor · 11-04-2020, 05:07 PM

Despite all of her protestation and struggling, once he had set Lurid down outside and started trying to calm her, Alastor saw a visual shift in the pale devil's behavior. Her usually refined posture had slumped and she was actually crying, a rare sight for her that he had only ever seen maybe once before. She must have been in excruciating pain and turmoil to have come this undone. Alastor's stomach twisted and his heart wrenched as he watched her fight with herself, offering what little comfort he could to her. He wanted to reach into her mind, to wrestle those ghosts out of her head and fight them to the death. He wanted to destroy everything that threatened to hurt her, to make her better and whole again. She was the only wolf who had ever cared about him—who had ever given a damn that he even existed, and he couldn't do jack shit to help her. It made him feel useless, helpless, all feelings the dire brute had never ever wanted to feel again. So he sat there, just letting her lean into his touch and letting her know he was there to keep her grounded while she fought herself, keeping his black eyes on her dazzling lavender-hued ones that seemed to be sparkling like champagne in the sunlight. He saw them shifting, focusing on him while hiding whatever her mind was thinking behind the glass. It was a look he was unfamiliar with, and all he could hope was that it didn't result in her biting his leg. They did both need to be able to walk, after all.

What came instead caught Alastor by surprise, as the moment her paw touched his cheek in return, he quickly scooted closer to make sure he could catch her in case she tumbled over. The instant he did, he felt her pull his head toward hers, the movement so sudden and insistent that he had no hope of resisting even if he'd wanted to. The next thing the red brindled wolf knew, he felt the soft pressure of Lurid's mouth against his, lips locked in a deeply passionate and urgent kiss. The sensations of need, of possession, of desire, all came spilling out at once. Butterscotch and rich rum greeted his nose as her scent surrounded him, and her taste against his lips sent a shiver down the man's spine. He leaned in closer to her, placing his other paw gently yet securely along her side to help keep her sitting upright as he replied in turn, black eyes slipping closed while he kissed her back with matching fervor. All the years of building tension, of connection, of reliance to this one wolf—the only other wolf who he had allowed into his life—exploded within him. A soft growl of delight rumbled in Alastor's throat, almost akin to a cat's purr. His heart was hammering against his ribcage, endorphins rushing through his veins in response to a stimulus far greater than any battle he'd fought.

Alastor only finally parted their muzzles when his lungs demanded a breath, taking a sharp gasp of fresh air to replenish his oxygen before gliding his paw from Lurid's cheek to the back of her head, holding her firmly, possessively, lovingly as he brought his lips back to hers for a second round. Mine... ran through his mind, unconsciously mirroring the thoughts she shared. He had always been hers, to have in any way she deigned, but now she had confirmed to him that she was his. Out of every other wolf in the pack—hell, the world!—she had chosen him. Thoughts of the curse and the cave were nonexistent. Nothing in the world existed beyond this moment.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss after several blissful moments, Alastor slowly opened his eyes again to catch hers. Slowly, his familiar smile began to appear on his face again, but his eyes no longer held that sorrow, the anger, or the darkness that they previously had. Light and life had sparked in them again as he searched her holographic irises for traces of his Lu Lu in there. "Are you back with me now...? I can go again, if you'd like..." he replied with a low chuckle, voice soft and ragged with his lack of breath.

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