[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/JZBd50w.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"Do you like him?"
The two sat sprawled in high September grass, where the farm was no longer tended, and fields were granted freedom to grow. To flourish in messy, dandered displays that cast pollen and petals through the air with every wayward breeze. Only a hint of cold rose on such winds, as there was time yet before autumn harvest, and the trees had yet changed their colors. Pfifer enjoyed the sun in the afternoons, where it peeked through the foliage when it wanted their attention, but otherwise kept to itself. Her sister bundled in a blanket of wool, complaining every so often of how she missed the summer nights. Kadence, daughter of the sunlight, all too keen to lay about in the rays while the rest of their family busied themselves.
As the oldest, Pfifer had duties aside from tanning. So, the question was answered in her usually calm tone. "Yes. He seems decent enough."
At this, Kade chided by scoffing, her eyes aroll within framework of thick lashes. "Oh, that's an answer, sure. He's decent... Doesn' it bother you though? I mean, don'cha wish you could have chosen?"
Perhaps behind the barrier of trained demeanor and drilled rules of etiquette, part of Pfifer was screaming. A silent scream, full of contempt and rage-- A pained sound in the bottom of her being. It would remain hidden, buried to some extent, as this wasn't the time nor place to explain her true feelings. That time and place didn't exist. No one cared... At least not enough to stop her from suffering this grave insult. Semblance of a smile crossed her features, pulling at the corners of her lips in the knowing way it often did. A condescending mask to hide her doubt. "You will understand when you're older."
"Fuck if I will." Kade said before yanking out a stalk of offensive grass to chew at, her attention flickering back towards the woods encompassing their lands. "I'd run away. Be done with it all if Father thought he could marry me off like a hog. I tell ya, Fifi, you could leave. Be done with it, if ye wanted-"
A sigh escaped Pfifer, one of her hands rising to silence her sister. "Stop. If things were so simple, do you think I'm really so stupid that I would just play along with their plans? An arranged marriage? I've never once considered getting married, and now I'm promised to someone? Trust me, Kadence. I would suffer this insult only under the most dire of circumstances, and such factors have some to pass. This isn't an option for me-- This is an obligation." The woman moved to stand, palms brushed against the backside of her dress to remove any accumulated fibers from the field. "You will never face such hardships thanks to my sacrifice, so don't speak of running." Pfifer paused the thought to renew her smile as her addition came as, "One cannot outrun destiny."
Fingers buried in flesh. Gods, she could feel their muscles tighten with slick elasticity like the bow of a violin to it's partnered strings. Such music they made when clawed grasp carved out room for itself at the base of their spine. Blood was everywhere, such a shadowing basting that seemed impossible to detach from. This warmth was stolen, this acceptance imposed on her victim. Tasting her lips, coppery drying essence seemed to cleanse her palette of resolve; uninhibited by the morality of her forefathers. Oh, how lost she was in this bloodlust, growling through vocals that weren't her own. An abomination, disfigured and grotesque, but inevitably victorious.
The body beneath hers ceased it's fighting. From behind, past a wall of flames as obsidian as the rocks of Ember Isle, a voice cried out.
"ARTEO! Don't look! Don't look at her!"
The creature turned lighted gaze towards the distressed sounds, trying to make out shapes from behind the hellfire barrier. Hunched and massive, the beast erupted with screams of it's own, distorting the audio of the area. The echos shook what walls still stood, threatening to topple the entire structure under their might. The two elves in the distance bolted away, one hefting the other smaller figure onto their shoulders so they could move with haste. Where were they going? Why did they run?
Ravenous maw returned to the prize beneath it, consuming as much of the purified pulp it could hold. Insatiable.
The stroking of his cheek didn't cease, even while he pleaded. Even when a cough stole Leon's sentiments like a spout of steam from an overworked engine. No, she continued this while the gears in her mind ground painfully over possibilities neither had expected to ponder in their midnight revelry. Their hole was a deep, dark pit, and their salvation wasn't above; they were meant to dig deeper. If they couldn't live quietly among themselves in the darkness, they would seek further for assistance there. Pfifer shifted to lean inwards, and crushed her lips to his forehead while words were forced through as attempts to calm her companion. "Don't. Don't, please. We will figure this out."
Pulling away, digits idly twirled the stained strands of her partner's hair. "I love you more than you know, Leon. This changes nothing between us." Yet her body slipped from his to rise, trailing steps from the bed to the shelves lined with tomes. her gaze settled over a select title, and upon removing it, she motioned towards the book with a nod. "There are still options for us. I've never been one to be caught off guard, and I would never allow others the satisfaction of swift retaliation." Propping it open with one hand, the other flicked through the pages until a familiar passage was discovered, decorated in knotted arcanum scrawl. A mage's writing, though one far more powerful than the two presently available.
"What if, perhaps, we entertain the idea that you've found yourself in similar predicament to myself?" Outwardly, there was nothing wrong with Pfifer. Her body was in pristine condition, her mind a ticking clock that seemed to never cease endless absorbing thoughts. What predicament could she possibly mean? "Leon, how do you feel right now? Are you angry?" To the page her eyes went, and her voice read the words as they were written, emphasizing when it was important for the other Elf to hear.
"A subject might find themselves exhausted... A demon's prowess has the ability to wear down their resolve, but it is guaranteed to sap their physical strength- How long the seed has been left to manifest can indicate the severity of the possession. With time, the urges the host body feels will become more powerful. The feeling has been described as insatiable hunger." Pfifer paused with a chuckle, her head shaking blonde bangs from her eyes. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"
The two sat sprawled in high September grass, where the farm was no longer tended, and fields were granted freedom to grow. To flourish in messy, dandered displays that cast pollen and petals through the air with every wayward breeze. Only a hint of cold rose on such winds, as there was time yet before autumn harvest, and the trees had yet changed their colors. Pfifer enjoyed the sun in the afternoons, where it peeked through the foliage when it wanted their attention, but otherwise kept to itself. Her sister bundled in a blanket of wool, complaining every so often of how she missed the summer nights. Kadence, daughter of the sunlight, all too keen to lay about in the rays while the rest of their family busied themselves.
As the oldest, Pfifer had duties aside from tanning. So, the question was answered in her usually calm tone. "Yes. He seems decent enough."
At this, Kade chided by scoffing, her eyes aroll within framework of thick lashes. "Oh, that's an answer, sure. He's decent... Doesn' it bother you though? I mean, don'cha wish you could have chosen?"
Perhaps behind the barrier of trained demeanor and drilled rules of etiquette, part of Pfifer was screaming. A silent scream, full of contempt and rage-- A pained sound in the bottom of her being. It would remain hidden, buried to some extent, as this wasn't the time nor place to explain her true feelings. That time and place didn't exist. No one cared... At least not enough to stop her from suffering this grave insult. Semblance of a smile crossed her features, pulling at the corners of her lips in the knowing way it often did. A condescending mask to hide her doubt. "You will understand when you're older."
"Fuck if I will." Kade said before yanking out a stalk of offensive grass to chew at, her attention flickering back towards the woods encompassing their lands. "I'd run away. Be done with it all if Father thought he could marry me off like a hog. I tell ya, Fifi, you could leave. Be done with it, if ye wanted-"
A sigh escaped Pfifer, one of her hands rising to silence her sister. "Stop. If things were so simple, do you think I'm really so stupid that I would just play along with their plans? An arranged marriage? I've never once considered getting married, and now I'm promised to someone? Trust me, Kadence. I would suffer this insult only under the most dire of circumstances, and such factors have some to pass. This isn't an option for me-- This is an obligation." The woman moved to stand, palms brushed against the backside of her dress to remove any accumulated fibers from the field. "You will never face such hardships thanks to my sacrifice, so don't speak of running." Pfifer paused the thought to renew her smile as her addition came as, "One cannot outrun destiny."
---
Fingers buried in flesh. Gods, she could feel their muscles tighten with slick elasticity like the bow of a violin to it's partnered strings. Such music they made when clawed grasp carved out room for itself at the base of their spine. Blood was everywhere, such a shadowing basting that seemed impossible to detach from. This warmth was stolen, this acceptance imposed on her victim. Tasting her lips, coppery drying essence seemed to cleanse her palette of resolve; uninhibited by the morality of her forefathers. Oh, how lost she was in this bloodlust, growling through vocals that weren't her own. An abomination, disfigured and grotesque, but inevitably victorious.
The body beneath hers ceased it's fighting. From behind, past a wall of flames as obsidian as the rocks of Ember Isle, a voice cried out.
"ARTEO! Don't look! Don't look at her!"
The creature turned lighted gaze towards the distressed sounds, trying to make out shapes from behind the hellfire barrier. Hunched and massive, the beast erupted with screams of it's own, distorting the audio of the area. The echos shook what walls still stood, threatening to topple the entire structure under their might. The two elves in the distance bolted away, one hefting the other smaller figure onto their shoulders so they could move with haste. Where were they going? Why did they run?
Ravenous maw returned to the prize beneath it, consuming as much of the purified pulp it could hold. Insatiable.
---
The stroking of his cheek didn't cease, even while he pleaded. Even when a cough stole Leon's sentiments like a spout of steam from an overworked engine. No, she continued this while the gears in her mind ground painfully over possibilities neither had expected to ponder in their midnight revelry. Their hole was a deep, dark pit, and their salvation wasn't above; they were meant to dig deeper. If they couldn't live quietly among themselves in the darkness, they would seek further for assistance there. Pfifer shifted to lean inwards, and crushed her lips to his forehead while words were forced through as attempts to calm her companion. "Don't. Don't, please. We will figure this out."
Pulling away, digits idly twirled the stained strands of her partner's hair. "I love you more than you know, Leon. This changes nothing between us." Yet her body slipped from his to rise, trailing steps from the bed to the shelves lined with tomes. her gaze settled over a select title, and upon removing it, she motioned towards the book with a nod. "There are still options for us. I've never been one to be caught off guard, and I would never allow others the satisfaction of swift retaliation." Propping it open with one hand, the other flicked through the pages until a familiar passage was discovered, decorated in knotted arcanum scrawl. A mage's writing, though one far more powerful than the two presently available.
"What if, perhaps, we entertain the idea that you've found yourself in similar predicament to myself?" Outwardly, there was nothing wrong with Pfifer. Her body was in pristine condition, her mind a ticking clock that seemed to never cease endless absorbing thoughts. What predicament could she possibly mean? "Leon, how do you feel right now? Are you angry?" To the page her eyes went, and her voice read the words as they were written, emphasizing when it was important for the other Elf to hear.
"A subject might find themselves exhausted... A demon's prowess has the ability to wear down their resolve, but it is guaranteed to sap their physical strength- How long the seed has been left to manifest can indicate the severity of the possession. With time, the urges the host body feels will become more powerful. The feeling has been described as insatiable hunger." Pfifer paused with a chuckle, her head shaking blonde bangs from her eyes. "Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"
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