Forever in your skin

Now that he tested the validity of the blade, Sephiran went to work on creating the marking. As he cut through her skin, he used precise movements to ensure it came out correctly. It was so exciting for him to finally create this making on his own toy. He had seen his father complete this ritual on others, and dreamt of the day when it was his turn. It was like a fever dream.

As he made the final cut, the scent of blood flooded his nostrils, sweet and metallic and begging to be licked. Placing the blade back in its sheath, Sephiran leaned back to admire his work. It wasn’t perfect like his father’s, but it was clear enough to read and would scar over nicely. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.” He mused aloud, not caring if she was listening or not. Flipping her over, Sephiran suddenly grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her to the water’s edge, which was only a few yards away.

Wading out into the icy water, Sephiran dragged her until only her head was above the surface. Using his body as leverage, he propped her against him so she didn’t go completely under. He sat with her there for a bit, wanting the water to cleanse her wounds- both new and old.

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