FOR YOU I'D BLEED MYSELF DRY
11-24-2013, 08:17 PM
She felt like ice, like the coldest of winter nights. The demons of her past grasped at her, leaving hand-shaped bruises that went right down to the marrow. Medusa couldn?t help but shake, attempting to thaw herself, but finding her efforts all for not. She felt like she was lost in her nightmares, lost in the past, never to be returned. The shackles around her were made of the heaviest of ice, and maybe she was to be chained in them forever, stuck to observe an unforgivable repeat of the past that had broken her and built her and shaped her in the form of a harlot.
And then, all at once, she felt as if she were enveloped by the sun.
And then, all at once, she felt as if she were enveloped by the sun.
Kisses were peppered to her face, moonlight-colored eyes revealed by sultry lids as they peeled upwards. Cold tears were falling down her face, met by a warm tongue. Her body was pressed into Jupiter?s, and she pressed closer, feeling so vulnerable and helpless in the moment that the reaction felt necessary. ?My sun,? she said sharply, quickly, hoping to bury her head in the soft fur of the Sol. Her heart pounded heavy with fear, her eyes wide open, as if she feared the monsters of her past were painted in the inside of her eyelids. ?I need you,? she whispered fervently, as if it wasn?t apparent enough, as if her panic and fear wasn?t laid out right in front of the woman she loved more than life itself.
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