This is a little thing that a wrote for a character thingy. Yeah. Anyway.
They met on the seaside. The surf a melody, the music of their
encounter. She was shy, her flesh quivering beneath his touch. Her
eyes luminous with unnamed emotions as she watched him, drank him in and
memorized every slope and point of his body.
Forever more she
would never forget the sound of the waves breaking beyond them. The sea
would always remind her of that one brief instant in her life when her
heart had been on fire with the pure hot light of love.
They came
together on the sand, a blissful mingling of flesh and tangle of limbs.
At first tentative and then with fervor they learned each other.
Grains of sand stained their flesh, melding with sweat, creating a
bittersweet mixture of pain and pleasure.
They exchanged no
words, just breathes, inhaling each other instead of air until they were
dizzy from it. They collapsed as one, both spent, cradled in each
others arms they rested in the after glow. A soft sensation of utter
peace and fulfillment.
He was, to her, to most beautiful creature
ever created. As his eyes slid slowly closed, she leaned over him,
watching, waiting, intent on the contented expression on his face. The
rise and fall of his chest, his breath fanning her cheeks.
She
smiled, he smiled. One glorious moment spent beneath the sun, in the
sand. One moment of complete bliss. She had offered this to him, and
now she planned to take her many more. Many, many more such moments she
would have from him, though she would only give him this one.
With
ease she slid from his arms as he slipped away to Morpheus. From among
her clothes she pulled her rucksack. The syringe was ready, the needle
sharp and his arm extended toward her in a last bid for salvation.
Pressing
the gleaming metal tip to his veins, she looked at him once more in
wonder and awe. She could preserve this. Keep him whole. But to do
that she would have to sacrifice what she wanted more.
More than
his love, his devotion, she wanted his heart. He would be hers forever.
Completely pure and true in his agony. Always hers. He awakened when
she stabbed him, his expression puzzled until she drew out the knife,
and then frightened.
She traced his flesh with he blade, watching
the paralytic seep through his body, watched him realize that his power
was gone. The power belonged only to her now. It was the safest way,
the best way she knew.
She watched his throat cord on a scream he
would never utter and smiled. With tender love and devotion she cut
him, carved him up in a manner most pleasing to her. with each inch she
inflicted the maximum amount of pain she could. It was purifying. She
would baptize him in her own way, through pain without malice, torture
without hate.
He would never be reborn from the red waters of her
religion, but dwell always within her. She carved him as a sculptor
would an effigy. Creating a greater beauty from the raw materials of
his body. There was no cruelty in the stroke of her knife, only care.
She wanted him to live, needed him to survive until that last moment.
The
ultimate moment when she would open him completely, expose his still
beating heart to the sun. How much more she would love him then. He
would be her rapture, her redemption. As she feasted upon his heart.
Always and forever, he would belong to her.
They met on the seaside. The surf a melody, the music of their
encounter. She was shy, her flesh quivering beneath his touch. Her
eyes luminous with unnamed emotions as she watched him, drank him in and
memorized every slope and point of his body.
Forever more she
would never forget the sound of the waves breaking beyond them. The sea
would always remind her of that one brief instant in her life when her
heart had been on fire with the pure hot light of love.
They came
together on the sand, a blissful mingling of flesh and tangle of limbs.
At first tentative and then with fervor they learned each other.
Grains of sand stained their flesh, melding with sweat, creating a
bittersweet mixture of pain and pleasure.
They exchanged no
words, just breathes, inhaling each other instead of air until they were
dizzy from it. They collapsed as one, both spent, cradled in each
others arms they rested in the after glow. A soft sensation of utter
peace and fulfillment.
He was, to her, to most beautiful creature
ever created. As his eyes slid slowly closed, she leaned over him,
watching, waiting, intent on the contented expression on his face. The
rise and fall of his chest, his breath fanning her cheeks.
She
smiled, he smiled. One glorious moment spent beneath the sun, in the
sand. One moment of complete bliss. She had offered this to him, and
now she planned to take her many more. Many, many more such moments she
would have from him, though she would only give him this one.
With
ease she slid from his arms as he slipped away to Morpheus. From among
her clothes she pulled her rucksack. The syringe was ready, the needle
sharp and his arm extended toward her in a last bid for salvation.
Pressing
the gleaming metal tip to his veins, she looked at him once more in
wonder and awe. She could preserve this. Keep him whole. But to do
that she would have to sacrifice what she wanted more.
More than
his love, his devotion, she wanted his heart. He would be hers forever.
Completely pure and true in his agony. Always hers. He awakened when
she stabbed him, his expression puzzled until she drew out the knife,
and then frightened.
She traced his flesh with he blade, watching
the paralytic seep through his body, watched him realize that his power
was gone. The power belonged only to her now. It was the safest way,
the best way she knew.
She watched his throat cord on a scream he
would never utter and smiled. With tender love and devotion she cut
him, carved him up in a manner most pleasing to her. with each inch she
inflicted the maximum amount of pain she could. It was purifying. She
would baptize him in her own way, through pain without malice, torture
without hate.
He would never be reborn from the red waters of her
religion, but dwell always within her. She carved him as a sculptor
would an effigy. Creating a greater beauty from the raw materials of
his body. There was no cruelty in the stroke of her knife, only care.
She wanted him to live, needed him to survive until that last moment.
The
ultimate moment when she would open him completely, expose his still
beating heart to the sun. How much more she would love him then. He
would be her rapture, her redemption. As she feasted upon his heart.
Always and forever, he would belong to her.