05-14-2014, 01:50 PM
Dane was woken into a world of bliss.
A smile spanned his face before he ever opened his eyes, but when he did, what a glorious sight did they behold.
Aria stood over him, but Dane was little bothered by her interest. He slid his palm up her forearm until his grip snaked around her elbow. He wanted to pull her down onto his chest, and simply feel what emotions sparked across the darkness of her mind.
Her resistance darkened the beatitude of his horizon. He frowned and released her as his head rolled to look at what was beside him.
The face was greener than before, sickly and pale. The eyes were empty, ever-staring upward. Aria's glee would have been the last thing the woman that once occupied that body would have seen. It was a scene Dane wished he could bathe himself in forever.
He did not want to leave.
But the stench of freshly spread alcohol burned his eyes. Gas etched at the insides of his nostrils.
He sat up and saw his own pale abdomen smeared with blood. Not his, and not Aria's. His gaze was inevitably drawn to his bedmate. Only hours later and already the growing loss of intimacy downturned his expression sadly. With Aria's help he could have this again and again. Every night, another tendril sewn into his connection with humanity. They needed to leave, and he needed to cleanse himself of evidence that might place him at the scene of this crime, although technically, he did nothing illegal. This time.
"Very well."
His clothes were a pile by the door, and he donned them without bothering to wash his chest and legs. The scents of copulation and sweat lingered like a foul perfume, but he wore them proudly.
Covered with the clothes of Dane Raphael Gregory, and smothering his hair with his palms, the monster was once more a gentleman. His study of this room of glory passed over the unlit stove and abandoned zippo and fell upon the corpse of temporarily-satiated desires.
He licked his lips, sad to leave this place.
"I am ready."
He said, forlorn as a mountain spring.
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 14 2014, 01:53 PM.
A smile spanned his face before he ever opened his eyes, but when he did, what a glorious sight did they behold.
Aria stood over him, but Dane was little bothered by her interest. He slid his palm up her forearm until his grip snaked around her elbow. He wanted to pull her down onto his chest, and simply feel what emotions sparked across the darkness of her mind.
Her resistance darkened the beatitude of his horizon. He frowned and released her as his head rolled to look at what was beside him.
The face was greener than before, sickly and pale. The eyes were empty, ever-staring upward. Aria's glee would have been the last thing the woman that once occupied that body would have seen. It was a scene Dane wished he could bathe himself in forever.
He did not want to leave.
But the stench of freshly spread alcohol burned his eyes. Gas etched at the insides of his nostrils.
He sat up and saw his own pale abdomen smeared with blood. Not his, and not Aria's. His gaze was inevitably drawn to his bedmate. Only hours later and already the growing loss of intimacy downturned his expression sadly. With Aria's help he could have this again and again. Every night, another tendril sewn into his connection with humanity. They needed to leave, and he needed to cleanse himself of evidence that might place him at the scene of this crime, although technically, he did nothing illegal. This time.
"Very well."
His clothes were a pile by the door, and he donned them without bothering to wash his chest and legs. The scents of copulation and sweat lingered like a foul perfume, but he wore them proudly.
Covered with the clothes of Dane Raphael Gregory, and smothering his hair with his palms, the monster was once more a gentleman. His study of this room of glory passed over the unlit stove and abandoned zippo and fell upon the corpse of temporarily-satiated desires.
He licked his lips, sad to leave this place.
"I am ready."
He said, forlorn as a mountain spring.
Edited by Dane Gregory, May 14 2014, 01:53 PM.