ABSENT PILLOW TALK
09-22-2013, 11:13 AM
A wicked laugh echoed through the dismal expanse. A laugh that could only suggest the machinations of the devil, and it carried on the wind, light and fluid, night-mare-like, as if she were dreaming. But the ache in Caede's bones was confirming her that she was wide awake, alive and witnessing her faith in reality - in anything at all - fall apart at the seams. A dull throb in her throat told her who was coming, who dared to interrupt her silent paradise, the only one who ever thought it was appropriate to reach their black hands inside of her, toying with her sentiments, corrupting her character. She sharply inhaled in an attempt to soothe her pains, to bring in a sense of She breathlessly whispered in agony, "Go back to hell." Her lower lip trembled as it struggled to fight back her hushed whines. She used to believe she was fearless, used to be sure in herself. But the absence of her Gods in her life had shaken her, crushed her self confidence. He was standing in front of her - a behemoth silhouette she could not conjure by herself. She thatched her eyes shut in refusal to see him. "Please," she murmured. Her heart palpitated in emotional fury, fluttering, trying to flee her ribcage like a frightened doe from a predator. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Her crystalline eyes were rimmed with tears when she reopened them. He was still there: an obsidian statue in an opaque blur of snowfall. If only she knew not who he was, what his jaws were capable of, what lechery he could perform, she would have mistaken him for an angel. But the fire that raged in his eyes was hot like boiling blood, threading pearls of saliva hung from his ivory teeth as he spoke her name. Caede's lips moved to speak the curves of his name, but she couldn't find her voice. Her forelimbs quivered as she tried to rise on her feet, yet her posterior would not leave the floor as she lifted her chest, elevating herself into a seated position. She mustered just enough courage to lock her jaw shut, to stop her trembling and appear as if she had been waiting for him to come for her. She exhaled gradually, gripping her new found strength in fear that it might evaporate and leave her. How had he found her? Where had he come from? A thousand questions fired in her synapses like rapid bullets. But not a single word left her pale lips. Feigning security, Caede raised her chin in challenge to him to try to test her tonicity. |