Get Out Alive.
Yarrabelle
Yarrabelle
Ghazi
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2 Years
2 Years
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Female
Female
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42
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MalBelle
MalBelle
12-28-2023, 08:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2023, 12:14 AM by Yarrabelle. Edited 2 times in total.)
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there’s something so…tantalising about being at the centre of this creature’s focus, being the fixed point upon which that bloodied gaze rests, even if only for a moment. for this one singular blip of time, the pair of them are twin monsters drawn to the other’s depravity, seeking self-destruction at the hands of a stranger to satisfy the bloodlust coursing beneath their person-suits. it’s utterly liberating to strip back the confines of her own skin and give herself over, utterly and shamelessly, to this wicked man and his sinful tongue, to thrust her own lifeblood into his grasping hands and trust she’ll continue to draw breath. no, it’s not trust, it’s a recklessness born of starvation, a recklessness that urges her to crane her neck and allow his teeth to find purchase, to push her to the earth as he crushes down on her windpipe. Yarra goes easily, let’s her spine settle against the ground and feels her eyelashes flutter on the edge of closed, so that only mere flashes of that venomous green are visible against the hollowed angles of her face. dark spots start to dot her vision, crowding around the edges of her sight and slowly expanding until all but the man’s face is visible. soon, he too is swallowed by the darkness, a bright blur at the centre of her narrowing world, and it’s his scarlet eyes that remain at the forefront of her mind as she feels the last of her consciousness slip briefly from between her fingers. her awareness flickers in and out like the gentle fluttering of a butterfly’s wings, allowing her only snatches of the next few minutes while she lays herself completely at the mercy of this beast. it amuses her to imagine herself the fair maiden to his monster, though she hasn’t been fair a day in her life and has no intention of starting now. still, their fairytale is a grim one, and she fully intends to see its ending. will he tear the heart from her chest and crush it while it still beats? will he drink the blood from her veins and bathe in it’s iron scent, let her cover his white pelt from head to toe until she’s soaked so thoroughly into him that she’ll linger forever? both are impossibilities if she intends to stay alive, which she does - but oh, the many prospects are simply delicious. her consciousness is like the tide, sweeping in and rolling back out with rhythmic consistency. as Yarra chokes on a cough and sucks in a wisp of oxygen, the man’s face briefly sharpens into focus before blurring once more - and Yarra is struck with the sudden notion that he looks almost like… “Absinth?” a part of her knows it’s not possible, that the monochromatic woman can’t have just materialised above her out of thin air, but in her delirium Yarra imagines the sharp planes of that pale face to belong to the beautiful fae she’d met all those weeks ago. the similarities between her and this beastly man aren’t pronounced enough to be immediately noticeable, but the longer Yarra looks the more she finds herself picking out tiny familiarities. perhaps it’s merely a side effect of her oxygen deprivation, but for a moment she’s wholly convinced the other woman is right here beside her. “Absi…you’re…so beautiful.” |
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