Icon of Coil: teach me [taryn]

August 29, 2002

teach me [taryn]

[wyrmpit]

(taryn)
She's pondered the possibilities of this decision for the better part of the night - but as it's been so often pointed out to her before, and even more so since the Dance, pack before all.
Her pack on her back, she also carries in her hands thermos and glass as she follows the thumming of the drum to his door, and after a moment to gather her nerves (of which he tends to get on the very last..) she raps lightly on the door.

(asher)
at the first sound of knuckles on metal the percussions from within halt
strange (mad, craving) gaze snapping to lock on the door

many moments pass
indecisive
paranoid
(hurting)

but the bolt throws, the ragged (trembling) Galliard standing, silently, watching her

(taryn)
Chin lifts, and she meets his (madcrazedhurting) gaze evenly, her voice soft.
"I brought something to help."
do you trust me.

(asher)
sweatsoaked hair clings to skin as his head tilts, wry grin coaxing its way over (paling) lips
[i recall we've been here before]
the young Dancer takes a step backwards, the heavy door hostage to move with him in silent invitation, enough space for her to pass into the darkness crowding behind him

do you trust me

(taryn)
She doesn't hesitate (...though having been here before, inside... she quivers..) and slips past him into the (devil's lair) darkness that twists behind him, a statement of trust, a determination that breeds from very deep within her herritage - a strength he may be certain she does not possess. he will learn. She waits a moment while eyes adjust to the gloom...

(asher)
it is not gloom - but rather night's comfort, the blanket of black that denies all else invasion (temptation... aggravation)
his chambers are not the swamp of SickBoy's
his chambers are not the warzone of Sian's
his chambers are not the pristine elegance of Kaj'sha's

when the door shuts (tightly) closed, the bolt unlocked, the light shining beneath shows the floor to be clean enough to walk across in the dark, (glazed) eyes shining softly in the shadows in his journey past her and back to the bed

"What did you bring....?"

silken murmur filled with how much it hurts to talk, following swallow thick and dry

(taryn)
She looks around - carfully, and notes the differences, almost startled by the painful (silken) murmur
"I should have come sooner, but I needed to do the research first. I've tea, made with herbs that will help drain the toxins from your system faster then without."
She follows to the bed, and kneels on the floor at his feet, slipping from the straps of her pack as she sets the thermos and mug on the floor.
"I was not sure which you would need more, so I've a couple different brews."
As she speaks, her she digs in her backpack, and pulls out two prepared packets.

(asher)
"My problem is the..... " chuckled lightly, but not cruelly "...toxin..... is no longer in my system."

the chills (fever) have already begun to race up and down his spine (as if chasing and tracking down one forgotten drop) he does little to hide it when reaching to find the blanket and wrap it around shoulders that will only throw it off in minutes as the ice running through veins becomes lava

"What do they do?"

(taryn)
She chuckles, as well, and nods.
"You'd be surprised, it stays in the liver and kidneys the longest. These will ease the muscle pain, help support and strengthen the nervous system, as well as help you sleep. It enhances the natural healing processes of the body - even ours."
Said with a slight smile, confident in the teaching of her mentor from long ago - something not often seen yet in the young dancer. She mixes the first dose of tea in the mug, stiring with the small spoon included in her supplies, before she lifts it up to him, lifting her eyes to his (painfulled) mismatched gaze.
"It will take off the edge, for a while, and let you get some rest before the next battle begins."
It is clear she is not offering to take the battle from him - even if she could, she would not - but only aide him (packmate) overcome his trial.

(asher)
those strange (terrifying, haunted.... agonized) eyes study her, in the almost darkness, for several long moments of indecision (judgement) weighing the many possibilities
but the unquenchable thirst makes the choice for him
gently removing the mug from between her hands

still so hesitant (how easy a revenge it would be) but the steam soon washes across his skin, swallowing quickly before throat closes, sharp cry strangled - his body wanting to reject that which is not what it craves

eyes close, tightly, teeth gritted in silence until the wave passes

(taryn)
She withstands his study calmly, holding the cup with steady hands until he takes it, and then she simply nods (how easy it would be) through the cry bring smovement again, and she sifts through other things in herbal pouch, before she selects one, lifting it to her nose to assure it is what she seeks, before she opens it and takes a small spoonful, and kneels up to add it to the cup in his hands with a quick stir before he attepmts to swallow again.
"To ease the nausea.."

(asher)
frame vibrates in shudder as if it wished to break rather than face the nightmare that is to come, breath heaving to calm (how can one calm the storm only about to begin)..... but those eyes do not open again until several swallows are drained from the mug
teeth nearly chattering in his chill, sweat still forming on his brow
gripping the mug to all but crush it

"Thank you......"

softly, but far less painful

(taryn)
The slightest of smiles slips over her lips before falling away again.
"You're welcome. You can take more of the tea every hour - every half hour when it's bad. It's important to keep hydrated - the muscles will ache worse if you don't.."
She realizes she's babbling a little, and she shrugs as she trails off...

(asher)
there is a soft (purring) chuckle that sounds in aching throat, even in the darkness he noticed the slightest of smiles

"Just because you think me a monster..... does not mean I am an ill-mannered one......"

though, attentively, he listens to her words - he may not have asked for her help, but he will not refuse it - the less his body aches (breaks) all the less he will have to count of his gifts to survive the coming days (and nights and years)

(taryn)
A slight shrug.
"those are the most dangerous kind."
She notes how intently he listens, however, and after a moment...
"There are other herbs that will help if these cease too. I must gather them myself, or buy them, however, as I don't have any on hand."
Unstated that she will do so. She must prove ehr worth after all - even if it is to one such as he.

(asher)
"Then you are surrounded by the greatest of dangers, Ayydis."

mused into another tentative swallow from the mug
and the silence lingers between them, he knows of her animosity (as she does his), until his thoughts once more (breifly) align

"There is something else I would ask of you first."

(taryn)
"No shit sherlock."
She smirks, slightly, and busies her fingers with setting aside dosages of the tea for him, at least until the water in the thermos is out - then she will refill it. Somethings are simply the healers duty, monsters or not. but her gaze lifts again at the last, and a brow lifts slightly
"Oh?"

(asher)
"But are you comfortable with it? With us? Kaj'sha.... SickBoy.... Sian.... all of us as family?"

a brow raised above the gaze that drifts back towards her, holding that (once young, once innocent) visage in the depths of bale-fire that must consume what's behind those eyes

"Do you think you will belong?"

an honest question - it holds no malice or mockery, there is genuine want to know (so no time is wasted in the teaching) before he nods

"Yes..... a message delivered."

(taryn)
"Comfortable? with those who would kill me to receive information that I would die to hide?"
A slight pained chuckle, though she is silent for a while before she continues.. fingers involved in the intricate measure of dosages - so much so that they seem to dance...
"With Kaj'sha yes, Sickboy sickens me - as is befitting his name. I have never met this.. Sian?..."
Another pause, a shrug..
"And then there's you. it is the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen... not that I've had much in the way of experience with families of any sort.... but I do not think I will belong."
The returning fire hardens her voice slightly.
"I know I will. I have no choice - and I have never once backed down from a challenge."
She lifts her gaze to his again.
"Ever. And I have no intention of starting now. Whatever you may think of me - some child to be molested and hated or someone worthy of your family - I will succeed. I danced willingly, I made my choice to be what the Father and Kaj'sha as his chosen need me to be. No one - not even you - will stand in my way."
Fire snaps in her gaze, a gaze that holds his steadily for several long moments, before she nods to the end.
"What's the message, and where too."

(asher)
there's a soft chuckle at her lecture, at the scathing torrent of words from the girl who's hair bleeds flame

"I will not stand in your way?"

the smile, that voice (rich, once more, for so breif a time) and even as the Galliard accepts her help in his agony, there is something buried deeply within (shaking) frame that not even her vengeful fire can touch, the eerie blue glow in his own gaze a righteous challenge to what snaps in hers, ready and willing to drag her into his nightmare simply to watch it tear her apart

"I already have. I have been in your way since you first came to us. Would you have so willingly walked into the Father's arms beneath Kaj'sha's guidance had you not spent days under my hand after we captured you? Wouldn't you, tonight, have been embraced as one of the Spiral's Heart had I not told Kaj'sha you were not yet ready......."

silence falls heavily between them, but only for a moment

"The fire burns brightly in you, Theurge, but it is so bright it blinds you. And as long as you are blinded, you will never be able to serve Kaj'sha or the Father as you are meant to. Ever."

razor's edge evaporates to the warm velvet that normally caresses his tongue and colors his words

"There is a girl at the motel just off the boardwalk, room 206, her name is Bianca. Tell her I am unable to leave here for a time, but rest assured that she - and her accomplishments - have not been forgotten. And be careful of her, Ayydis..... do not let her follow you back, she will try."

(taryn)
The fire seethes, burns within her.. this monster who cannot decide what he wants decides her fate? but jaw tightens, and silence lingers as she finishes the careful measurements and sets them within his reach. her bag packed once more, she slips it back on, and stands and moves to the door. So carefully she chooses her words... so very. fucking. carefully.
"To be reborn - we must first be destroyed. But a birth cannot happen when strangled by the cord that binds it to its Father."
A smirk, and a shake of her head.
"You punish me still for your failure to gain the information from the broken Theurge you were sent to soften. I am the picture of your failure to do as you were told, to deliver the information you were sent to discover. I lived - when you thought I should die. I survived when lessors would have given up. I gave you only what I was told I could, when I was told I should. And still you hold yourself high. Beta."
Smirks
"wracked with pain from addictions withdrawel, accepting help from lowly child you pride yourself in bettering. Even now you have no fear. But having no fear is a handicap as well. Pride goeth before the fall, Grr'aack. You will treat me as a dog - to fetch when told, to go when sent. It will be done - but not for you. It is the Father's wish that I be here, I am his chosen as much as you are. No matter what you do to me - I will survive it, and be better for it."
A soft, dangerous chuckle
"You have not stood in my way, Grr'aack, you merely add spice to a journey predestined."

(asher)

pink tongue reaches out to pull (drying) lips into the fanatic's grin
[how many times will I get to spill your blood, silly silly girl]
what a delightful chase this will be.....silken whisper sharp (taunting) as broken glass dragging across her nerves (through her mind) and talons digging their hold into flesh

"Oh Ayydis....... I softened you, I had my fun with you, made sure that no matter what happens in our fates, you will never forget that I bested you with only a dream...... and then I watched a Theurge Dance the spiral I called for her to join our Father's Army...... Are you so sure it was the information I was after? Are you so sure you're the proof of my failure?

We both know the punishment for failure, Ayydis....

I accept the offered help of a cub in gesture she may some day be seen as an equal among us - because I believe her knowledge and talents may continue to grow to greatness. I request a favor of a cub, as one I would ask of my brothers and sisters the deliverance of a message to one of ours, in steps to bring her into the Pack life and ways. Already, I treat you as one of us even if I know you are not ready. You understand nothing of what it is to be in a Pack. The Pack is not only Kaj'sha. The Pack includes Sickboy, Sian and me..... no matter who sickens, assaults or enchants you.

My trust has been returned only by insult and threat. And an insult I allowed you to survive when others would not have because you're only a cub. I may have no fear..... but it is certainly a better than being prideful and blinded by vengeance like you.."

(taryn)
As many as I will spill yours..
She smiles, softly, slow.. and turns from the door to move closer to him again
[tempting murder]
As she slips from her pack and lets it fall to the floor, hands dancing in smooth (spiral) unconscious gesture as she shakes her head.
"I have hunted for Sickboy - and brought him meals that sicken me. I bring you items that will sooth the ache that even now tears at your mind in a crave that eats at your very bones, I will deliver the message in favor to a packmate who has yet to accept me as such. Sian.... I have never seen but would serve willingly as well.."
As his voice taunts, slices through her, she turns each into another sliding barb of determination... (never show weakness)
"I serve Sickboy, Kaj'sha.. and yes - even you, as befitting a cub and do you know what I have discovered - ah, of course not... for this is the first you've bothered to speak with me - and still you are blinded by your "achievements" in besting a little packless girl..."
That slow smirk shows flicker of fire of madness gathered from deep within her dance, the gifts of the Father come at hefty toll as he himself knows... dare you ask what demons I faced and conquered? while I writhed in the depths of the Father's spiral? a knee presses into the matress between his thighs, and fingers - so cool, and deceptively gentle - trace through the sweat on Galliards brow..
"I discovered that the only reason you 'bested' me was because I allowed you too. It may have been a dream that crushed me - but it is a dream I invited. I held one thing high above all others, and the Father stole it from me - your fingers merely used as HIs tool. When I slammed my fist into your groin as you tore my tongue from my throat, what the Father wished to teach me became clearer.. You did not best me, my brother... I bested myself. And in that moment... that crystal moment.."
A pause as thumb slides over his lips..
"I was finally free. Free to be what the Father needs me to be, to learn what he wishes me to learn so that I can benifit him, my pack, my family. I am a cub who until now has never had one to look up to - know I have those who can teach me.. even you... perhaps especially you..."
Her words soften to a croon so very much as his as she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue before fingers trace them with the sweat gathered from fevered brow
"I am not blinded by vengence any longer, Grr'aack.... and I have not threatened to do anything but ease your pain, brother... as is my duty to the Father, and to the pack."

(asher)
that smile (sweet, serene, sadism) never once leaves his lips as she approaches, as she crawls between his thighs, widening as sultry (deadly) tones wash across his ears, what burns in her eyes ignites to reflect in his, tilting into the gentle touch of her fingers (indulging himself in her desire.... the Children of Khaaloobh and Karnala) tongue reaching to wrap around the thumb that slides across his lip

"Do you not remember my words to you, Ayydis? The first words I spoke after you realized what happened to you....."

whispered, so softly, so intimately in this moment of shared madness, arms sliding round slim hips to pull her close to (fevered) form, voice thickening to surround her (seraphic deviltry)

"How I said you let it happen..... you wanted it to happen....... in those moments you thought I strove only to hurt you..... do you understand them now? That..... that was your first step into what the Father is completing in His creation of you. Perhaps that is the achievement I've been leading you to finally understand. Not the destruction of a packless girl..... but the new birth of a Black Spiral Dancer. We are all tools of the Father. We are his Army. He will repeatedly test us, what we hold dear will be stripped away to make us stronger, to be strong for Him...... as I am being tested now..... as you will one day be tested again.....

Perhaps you can be unblinded....." mused, black humor from a blacker soul, there is no mockery now, only the first steps onto the darkest path of all "..... and we will be your family.

I will teach you all there is to learn, Ayydis...... sister....... I will teach you everything...... because I know you hate me enough to succeed every challenge I create to strengthen you......"

(taryn)
She does not pull away, she does not shy from the touch (invited and craved) as she would have days (weeks) ago... her voice, a slow soft murmur that seduces the senses..
"I... remember..."
Intimacey shared in moments of madness, fingers sliding to fevered brow again, smoothing sweatlaced hair back from his skin till fingers rest at the back of his neck, the daughter of Karnala blossoming under the slide of arms around slender hips, melting closer to (..breaking..) fevered form..
"The agony of teaching only strengthens the soul.. the pain of testing brings only the relief of understandings touch..."
her voice slipping more then croon, the mystic shown in subtleties of tone, lyrical lilt slipping into murmured words... fingers tighten in his hair, eyes dark (..burn..) with tangled twist (..dance..) within
"I will not fail you, brother for..."
nails of free hand slide over shoulder, chest, scraping tease (..promise..) agaisnt the back of his neck in tattered time (..seductions beat..) as she breathes across his lips.. desires sultry croon..
"I... hate..... you..."

(asher)
"Yeess....."

softly groaned through (such pleasured, aching) smile, finger(talon)tips mirroring hers in slow draw across supple back to flex slender curves against fevered (chilled) chest, teeth closing on (trapping) the lush curve her lower lip..... breifly.....

something unearthly gleaming in the madman's eyes when the (homicidal) affectionate smile spreads again

"There is...... nothing..... that drives so relentlessly as hate, I will teach you all it has taught me. And with it...... you will make me so very proud."

(taryn)
slender frame archs against burning skin as nails catch and dig into shoulder as lower lip is captured, a trembling (..wanting..) moan pulled from so very deep within her (soul) chest before breath fills lungs once more, lifting fleshly curves (sinful desire) agaisnt tangled chilled heat as balance tips, pressing slight weight into him, lips the barest brush against his..
"teach me... everything... Grr'aack, brother, lover..."
the final space breached (..the final step toward damnation..) and lips claim his in testiment of all that boils (..dances..) deep in the soul of the infant dancer...

[pause!]

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(asher)
sickness in salvation
rapture in damnation
(dance in brimstone's flames with me)

weak grip tightens to crush (suffocate) supple curves, giving into (demanding the indulgence) her desire, talons locking in bloodfire curls, forcing (inviting) further depth into the kiss

what was once rape is now delicious conquest
(but for whom)

(taryn)
to Asher: Who has conquered whom?
It matters not as he crushes slender (aching) form to his own (indulgence of their desire) a growling moan from deep in her chest sounds as fingers tighten, nails(talons) scraping against the back of his neck... (the child of Karnala begging to taste freedom in tightening chains)
...consume me...
position shifts, as second knee presses into mattress, the first sliding over until parted thighs allow the slow sink (..slide..) into his lap... kiss (..begged for..) encouraged as jaw slacks for further (invasion)..

(asher)
decay
the walls once so carefully preserved destroyed at but the barest whim, crumbling beneath the invasion that pulls her against him, boots braced against the mattress to grind thick knot beneath denim agaisnt the softness left defenseless by parting thighs
indulgence
teeth harsh across tender lips, talons shredding her shirt in next draw along curving (breaking) spine, the fabric another casualty of their love/hate/war, heavy groan lifting to follow his tongue's search within her mouth
consumption

(taryn)
to Asher: destruction craved as nails (talons) sink into shoulder, grip (cling) born of warring senses that boils along skin, spine arching harder under shreding fabric as breath catches - scent (..coy decay..) held deep in lunches before lush (young) curves heave in gasp for more...
defenses thown (..show.no.weakness..) aside (away) in (virgin) curl against teasing (temptations) thickness... blush creaping under skin in race with touch, war/hate/love in tangled confusion that swallows consuming groan..
hands pull away, but only to dispose of shredded fabric, nails scraping along jaw, down his throat mere seconds after shirt is disappears into the encroaching gloom.. and even now the dance does not leave her, twisting with urge, intensions song in rocking (grindingdesire) expression...

(asher)
((uhm..... lunches?))

(taryn)
to Asher: ((8blinks - teach me to answer the phone and type! *LMAO* er.... lungs. honest.))

(asher)
to Taryn: ((course, between the dog pinning and banging the cat, and this sudden imagery of Taryn just SPRINGING into an expressive dance in the middle of it alll *just....needs a moment to compose*))

(taryn)
to Asher: ((blinks, and just ROLLING* of course... *LMAO*))

(asher)
a growl erupts (lust's volcano heat chilling his skin) sudden violence in this overwhelming need (crave) to break the innocence (virgin) in his hands
frustration mercury rising
lust an avalanche crashing across here senses
destruction tempered only by the distraction sweet curves invite
talons busying themselves in the removal of her jeans, ruined fabric soon joining her shirt in the darkness (finding it so much more enjoyable when she can return the touches) gasping the singe of fingers across chilled (sweating) skin
smirking against her kiss
teeth closing across her toungue
arms snaking around her waist
bucking to grind granite backed buttonfly against tenderest of skin
(willing...... but screaming)

(taryn)
to Asher: Fingers close around his throat as teeth clench tongue that still begs for further depths in intoxicating kiss, growl swimming through her skin to coil(icon) deep in her belly as nails sink into skin again.. the shedding of all barriors that held her skin from his touch (consumption) sparking tremor that quakes through (virgin) innocent form..
unsteady touch smooths into (spirals)dance along skin, nails dragging in seemingly aimless trail over chest, down belly, inching between them (serpentineslide) until fingers slide over denimtrapped granite..
(..innocent exploration to drive animal to frenzy..)
free hand slides around neck, fingers tangling (..steadying hold..) in hair and cinching tight as hips dance seductions song in tune with broken moans that pour from so recently healed throat, washing in gift over his tongue..

(asher)
teeth do nothing to jail the sounds (songs) mixing between them, her tremors answered with his own (lust's crave) that drag her into the (spiral) depths of the madness that drives him
hips lift into exploring (fearing) touch
stalling her hand over (aching) throb
demanding more of her (virgin) innocense
gift accepted (breath stolen) as lungs expand to swallow her moans in kiss unbroken, boots clamor rejection after being kicked to the floor, both hands joining her lone temptation between them, denim unbuttoned beneath her touch, wrist shackled by grip that slides fingers beneath rough fabric (affection's molestation) guiding in slow (building, anticipating) stroke

(taryn)
to Asher: shattered cry as hands slide from hold around her waist, curling closer in (dangerous) request they return.. stalled hand brings whimper (..please..) to tremble throughout continued kiss as she is captured (controlled) once more.. aching moan as guided hand learns heated texture of (burning)throbbing skin, (timid)stroke smoothing as his moans(songs) sooth careening senses..
clattered rejection reminds of her own... and hand slides from hair in scraping(redlinesblossomingundertouch) draw of nails down arm, before reaching behind her to untye and push off boot, captured hand escaping to allow the other to taste of confinement, disposing of other boot - skin(canvas) open to his (aching) touch as she pushes against him to tumble them back onto the bed, hand sliding deeper in loosened denim confines too pull stroke from base to tip to base again, Angel(devils) urge leading her on in total submission to (building, anticipating) desire..

(asher)
each breath melts into heavy groan (heaved in contact with mattress) open canvas painted crimson in the exploration of talon's hands across pale skin (carving his mark into her flesh) rocking into each stroke until as easily as lifting a child (infant Dancer) she's flipped (pinned, dominated) beneath him

even now
even sick
he is stronger
(he will teach her to be strong)

soft thighs braced by spreading knees allowing his weight to settle against her, slow thrust driving the back of her hand against spreading warmth (wet) fingers returning to where they once drew blood, slick drip spread, and tight muscle stretched in steady (relentless) curl of hips that lets him sink so deeply (invasively) within tender (innocence corrupted, straight path twisted) girl

(taryn)
to Asher: gaze hiding behind thick lashes seeks mismatched(madness) again as she is flipped (domination) against matress... there is no fear, only the burning (desire) quest to sooth blossoming ache.. voice cries in breathless moans as (brother, lover) thrusts drive knuckles against sensitive moistness, chest heaving in desparations breath that falls into moaned cries... lithe form arches and curls as she is (invaded) stretched in slow (relentless) fill... where fingers one shredded, now innocense is given in pained moan.. thighs tighten (welcoming embrace) to as arms slide around (conquering hero) him, nails (talons) tasting of skin once more
...indulge (yourself) me...

(asher)
the duty of a packmate is to ease the pains of another
he forgets his in the tightening of her (willing) embrace
(taking all she offers and so. much. more.)
each soothing the other's ache
deep (too deep) thrusts linger, body quaking (feverchilled) beneath the draw of nails (talons) across his back, growls crawling across her skin (infecting her mind), encouraging her screams with each (loving) punishing curl that fills the Theurge
divinity in rapture

(taryn)
to Asher: Duty to the pack...
...forgotten (yet filled) as she submits to the sliding call that burns through her system, willingness taken further, acceptance expanded to encompass her packmate (brother, lover) in subtle movement.. cries rising, breathless and free as body arches and curls in complimentary (dance) rocks that takes (toodeep) thrusts into the heat of (Theurge) virgin(nolonger - innocence currupted) depths.. hands sliding to push denim further away, grip tightening, digging to pull him deeper still as moments pain gives way to intensities pleasure in the dance of halves made whole in perfections divine embrace...

(asher)
breath stolen
pleasure risen
animosity forgotten
in a moment's treasured ecstacy

each breath (grunt) heaves as tidal wave breaking against the shores of (tainted) flesh, shudders (heroin's dream) wracking frame clung tightly to hers, talons digging the cresting curve of her hip, quickening, deepening to drive her further into desire's (insanity's) embrace

[I've found I've become rather fond of your screams.]

(taryn)
to Asher: Screams...
(found in the exhaultation it brings)
...blossom from cries that touch the deepest part of (tainted) soul under quickening thrusts, nails(talons) hold agaisnt flesh all that holds her steady (driven apart) in the waves that surge (dance) through slender frame.. his whims pushing her further, harder (deeper) into ecstasy's embrace, the burning tightening coil almost frightening in its intensity (..first flush, innocence forever twisted by dancers touch..) as it implodes within her belly to spark delighted agony that rocks through her to explode in (fondly desired) screams as she arches hard beneath him, clinging in the wake of explosions that (express) sing under (through) skin... wordless cries (screams) wrapping around (cracked) Giallard...

(asher)
since (the fateful day) they met, he reveled in the sounds that exploded from her throat
driven by pain
driven by pleasure
(sometimes, they are one and the same)

shudder expands to (earth)quake, a thunder rolling through his veins to jumptwitchpulse deep in the ravages of (once tender) tissue at the culmination of this savage dance (scarred, marked, and claimed) warmth boiling (coiling) as it plants within her (poison lake in the most precious of caverns)

mismatched (frenzied) gaze searches hers in the near darkness, watching as if her panting breath wove a tapestry of song and sound before his eyes (washing him in distraught notes) thick (smug, satiated) purr rumbling from his throat

(taryn)
to Asher: Darkened (vividblue) gaze shines as captured by mismatched(madness) the pulse (.....sickboysmetisbabies
forgotten......) so deep within shattering fires blinding caress as shaking fingers lift to trace lips that vibrate with (satiated) purr.... trembling- quaking - beneathe him in something so much more powerful then fear.. (strength) as lips curl into breathless (satisfied) smile... her whispered words meaning so.much.more (brother) then what manages to articulate through explorative touch, lips brushing in (aching) tempt against his..
"I...hate...you.."
Before laying claim once more in brief exploration (..breathless..)before head falls back to mattress and slender (battered) form slowly relaxes under his (painwracked) strength..

(asher)
the kiss (claiming) lingers, smiling (mockery) against her temptation, teeth grabbing (breaking) her lower lip

a madman's affection
a lover's molestation

"..... and I will make you hate me so much more....."

growled in the whisper, tongue reaching to claim the scarlet that swells from the (gift) wound in languid stroke (one substance supplemented for another) before the warmth filling her (so completely) pulls away

(taryn)
to Asher: wounded cry rises (delighted song) as lip is pierced, the languid stroke of tongue greated with (drunken) laughter (...almost as sweet as her screams...) that trails into aching moan as warmth pulls to leave empty chill... aching thighs close as she rolls away, muscles agony thrilled in with every movement (continued lovers molestation dancing in quivering agony(muscled delight) under skin) and matted fire is pushed back from her face..
"...I know..."
..he will teach her to be strong..

Posted by asher at August 29, 2002 12:00 AM

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