WHO: Malkuth & Others
WHAT: Various threads for April (hmu for starters if needed!!!)
WHERE: Pretty much anywhere
WHEN: Anytime during April
WARNINGS: probable violence, drinking, cannibalism, sex, spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina will be marked as needed
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[ she parrots back, brows drawn in momentary wondering before they smooth out and she flushes, his color crawling across her body to the small curve of her hip, to what lay beneath.
her head swims pleasantly. there's an undeniable desire for more, unknown as that more is, and she thinks of school diagrams from elijah's life. there hadn't been time for that. black and white, simply necessary information for growing adults. perhaps there was love in that act, between her mother and father and the parents of those around here. maybe they had all found their color and elijah simply couldn't see it.
a private rainbow, found in each other. intermingling and becoming something new.
words are so embarrassing. she wonders how the people in her trash novels manage it. ]
Please. I... want to see the sort of colors we'll make together.
[ when people interact, when they overlap, they create something new. malkuth's not one to give up or shoot down new experiences, and it's not terrifying. vergilius has been nothing short of a gentleman. she just wishes she'd worn a skirt. ]
me slapping on the nsfw tag here
[A word he could care less for, at this point. Perhaps he should take offense at that. But he remembers what she said before, under the cherry blossoms. He remembers her vibrant pictures.]
[He told her then that he didn't think he could see the world like she could. That his colors were limited, that it was already too late. But here, she asks for it, and maybe, just maybe, he can see that meager light at the end of the tunnel. There should be no saving for his wretched soul.]
[In this moment, there's a painful part that wants to believe it can be.]
[He nods, pulling back up to give her a light kiss to the lips, before his hands unzip her, start shifting the fabric down. Carefully, off one leg, then the other, knocking off her shoes in the process. Oh. She's red here, too. Wonderful. A sight to set the heart aflame.]
[Vergilius then hooks his thumbs on the sides of her underwear to pull them down as well, something crushingly soft in his eyes as he uses one hand to pull hers towards his abdomen, above the line of his pants.]
Touch me...all you want.
i can't make fun of blair anymore.
just like shizuka had realized
that there was a lot she hadn't learned about being a woman, for different reasons and different circumstances, the way she looks or wants to look included even briefly in that.
but his hand grasps hers, leading her from her thoughts, and she exhales nervously as she presses her palm against his abdomen, fingers spread and counting the proof of his survival between them. there's no chill, there's only heat, and malkuth thinks of her novels. what a stupid thing to follow the lead of.
but in their own way they, too, are instructions for a woman who's never had the chance in the first place. she is no more a helpless maiden than vergilius is a cold and unfeeling partner, but the motions are the same.
she returns his kindness in unzipping, shifting down the pants with staggering desire, letting the small heel of her hand knead against him while the other slips behind his neck to pull him down for another kiss. one half of this she knows and is vaguely more confident in, the other she. isn't, and that's fine.
malkuth does think she'd like to see him under her though, if only to better map his written history. later, a bit later, she doesn't think he'd mind. ]
blair in the corner popcorning
[But to hunger is to allow a weakness. Malkuth takes his invitation, and he sighs into her lips when he feels her hand move over the swell. Her touch feels like heaven and hell. He wants to choke on it.]
[He licks past into her mouth now, a minute warning as he lowers down to let his abdomen and chest press against hers. What a blossoming of heat! The Fixer rocks into her grip, encouraging, even as his hand naughtily shifts underneath the line of her bra to slip down and over her back. Using a fingertip or two, he plucks over the hooks, before tugging it off and to the side when he's succeeded.]
[Like opening a present. This is a holiday he wants to celebrate unto eternity.]
you ever think about how they have big ass windows to the outside in these rooms
it's hard to concentrate with his hands on her though, his body against hers, her hand against him, arching a little with a soft gasp at the removal of her bra. she recollects something, her legs spreading more to squeeze at his sides as she works with the encouragement between them, her hand harder against the swell. eager. impatient. (wanting to be praised.)
it feels so, so good, like how they'd felt dancing, when he'd stroked her spine (the memory a shudder she sighs shakily into him at), when his hand had rested at the nape of her neck and scratched gently through her hair. it's the same licks of flame that embroil her, ache her, and malkuth loses track of her notes and worries in the process.
the closeness, such a curse, such a blessing. but it really feels like it's not enough the more she consumes of it, of him. forgetting herself for a moment isn't so terrifying when there's such safety in the heat enveloping her. ]
me closing my eyes. i See
[She could eat him whole.]
[Its a thought that flits in - perhaps an odd one, as he's not especially in some obvious state of vulnerability what with her underneath him, but it feels more apparent than ever. She had that E.G.O, that fairy, that made her wanting and hungry. A part of him, almost a little eager for self-destruction, would have laid himself down for her. He doesn't know why he thinks it now, but the way she gasps and sighs and pulls him further in makes him shudder.]
[He called her a wolf in sheep's clothing. She can consume what she wants, he thinks, delirious. He's not drunk, but his head is swimming, heart beating so desperately in his chest. More, more, more.]
[He detaches for a brief moment, already missing her, so that he can hurridedly pull his pants and underwear off and take his place once again against her. One hand strokes to her hip, her thigh, to pull it snug against him. Even here, the soft skin brushes against the snarl of scarred skin.]
[Vergilius again kisses her, hungry too. He shifts his hips against her, the heavy heat of his arousal brushing against her to make him let out a little wanton groan. His eyes are vibrant, terrifying, but warm all the same as he whispers against the lips he's worrying.]
Ready? Malkuth.
it's fine. she has curtains
no, probably not. if she had the time to wring her mind over it, probably not. but she doesn't have the mind to mind it, red from ears to her thighs against his historied skin and hot wetness pressed to him. it's exhilarating and new. it's good -- she's good, a whine caught in her throat and her nails against the nape of his neck. ]
M-Mmhmm, [ body more than anything ready, the rasp of her name worsening the heat between them, ] yes, Vergilius. Please.
[ because if this doesn't solve the starvation she's disciplined herself to accept, nothing will. claw herself inside out just to get rid of the itch only to leave a gaping cavity in its wake, blood mimicking the tears that she won't let fall when she sits alone with her thoughts. she hopes it feeds her, hopes it quenches her longing; what else can she do?
malkuth tries to stay relaxed, but her anticipation makes it obvious she's not -- she can be eased to it, she'll gasp and shudder to it, and she's sensitive and wanting enough that he might be surprised by how fast she is to come from the get go. not embarrassing enough to her though malkuth's impatience has ever gotten the best of her. ]
thank god for curtains
[She says, and it makes something dangerous spark in his gut. Perhaps he has done this over the years, in forgotten beds and bland nights, but this is something new. A fire to burn through them both. He's always associated her with light, with the sun, in both the good and the bad. Too bright for him, giving life to something broken and battered.]
[Maybe this won't make him whole. He's traversed this journey with all his guilt too long to assume that. But he can fumble at rays of light at the back of the tunnel and marvel at the angel who graced him with it.]
[He nods, thickly swallowing, before he positions himself. Both hands cupping down now onto the bottom of her thighs to adjust her, holding her there briefly, before he starts to press in with a choked noise at the back of his throat. He doesn't want to simply shove down like some brute. He'll let them both get used to the other, the pressure and heat alike heightening into an awful, exhilarating feeling. Its the type of thing to make his body break out into a sweat - it feels more potent than a battle could ever make him feel.]
[He hopes it can make her feel the same way, too. He needs her to feel it. If someone is to be brought happiness, let her have this over him, wretched excuse of a soul he is.]
Malk...Malkuth...
[As he bottoms out, his hands shake ever slightly, fingers dug into her skin. Allowing them both this brief moment so the heat between them can intertwine and solidfy - and then, with a definite, slow movement, he can start to shift back and then forward again to allow them a new dance to savor.]
[She's so beautiful like this.]
[I want you. His gaze says, burning like never before. I want you.]
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dizzying and exhilarating, impatience stuttering her breath as he presses against, fingers and arousal both, and into with only the latter; she closes her eyes with a low moan, a shudder as he fills her with himself. malkuth wears vergilius's color well now too. draped in it. enveloped in flame. it surges beneath her skin, unlike anything she's felt in the two lifetimes she might have had the chance to explore it (and never did, never could; the color she sought is right in front of her, for her eyes alone) and
maybe she is stealing parts of elijah's what ifs away, selfishly for her own. hearing her name fall from his lips curls her toes and she forgets her first life for now. the present is here, the future is red, beyond that is-- is a color she doesn't know just yet, and she's excited to see it. ]
Haa... mm, you're-- so gentle, even now...
[ the restraint is hot. the way he can't help it, with her, still plays endlessly inside her head. the way he'd grasped her calf the way he does her thighs now make her wonder if she could've had this sooner.
what if they'd kissed that day. would it have ended like this? maybe not as well, with more guilt to swallow and air less clear between them.
god, she hopes his fingers leave marks. it already feels like they're branding her, just like his lips had earlier. she misses that. unsubtle, embarrassing as it was, she'd felt wanted, desired, and her eyes catching his takes the breath out of her parted lips for the same reason.
her, her. just her. they're beautiful and searing like the rest of the heat they share, fingernails digging into the skin of his back as if they'd like write their own tales, and malkuth is again caught by them in their dance, impatience tempered and tamed.
it's hard to talk when her tongue feels swollen in her mouth, body trembling at the slowness of his careful, definite strokes, but malkuth does her best through her sighs, one hand sliding to press at his cheek. ]
Bea.. beautiful. Your eyes.
[ just for her, only for her, at least for right now. maybe they wouldn't turn to her again. she'll sear this memory into her mind too, just like the ache of her body and the way it works around him naturally, slick inside and out as sweat beads at her skin and shares his. a feeling she won't soon forget, and one she'll miss in due time. ]
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[He never felt like he appreciated the color, truly, before this very moment. He was titled it. It meant nothing but a reference, perhaps, to the blood he had spilled constantly over the years.]
[....She would know that better than most. And yet, here she is, giving him everything including the uttered compliment of his eyes. It's sincere to a point where it feels it stabs through him. If he had done this earlier, he doesn't think it would've gone anywhere. A single moment. A dot.]
[There's a weight of mutual understanding that holds them together like a paperweight. These abandoned texts can be read together. As easy as anything. He swallows down her sighs, a low keen of a noise at the back of his throat that replies to her.]
[Yes. He is gentle even now. He wants to savor it. He wants her to savor it. To move inside her with such a steady pace, feeling the lines of her legs held so perfectly against him, is true bliss. He means it.]
[Her hand moves, and he instinctively kisses at its palm, kisses its fingers, sucks ligtly over a few fingertips to produce more of that spark of their shared color.]
[Beautiful? Him....?]
Ha.....you feel...like everything.
[Everything he could ever want. His movement and creased little eyebrows of happiness and concentration say it for himself. He groans again, eyelids fluttering.]
I like...how you sound, ah...
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No more... poetry for me, Vergilius? [ teasing even now. ] Can't think of any?
[ she likes his voice too, she'd said. hearing his written word was the match that struck this after all. has she ever been anyone's everything? not to her knowledge. but she's everything right now, she feels everything right now, nails in his skin and knees squeezing tight. it really is a good a lot, a chosen a lot, and maybe she's goading him just a little. ]
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[Now that gets him to shoot her a little bit of a frown - what a tease. Here, now, in the midst of union, heat, and desire? Well, on second stuttered thought, maybe that is the point. Maybe there's never been a better time of it. It's hard to think, though - he feels like his thoughts are tripping like drunkards over the weight of sensation as he continues his thrusts into her.]
[What she does IS goading him, he thinks.]
[But he doesn't mind.]
Your voice is...the song I want to sing to myself in the dark. [Another shift of his hips, a guttural gasp.] For myself. For you. A duet to...consume and be sated on. Ha.
[His body is shaking a little, sparks singing up his spine as he quickens his pace, dives deep, emphasizes it to make her truly feel the weight of him.]
You menace.