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2024-07-30
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palsy

Summary:

Mairon and Thuringwethil have brought home one of their victims. They are hungry and it is time to play a little.

Notes:

I just love making these two be weird about killing people. Good Tol-in-Gaurhoth times.

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When the world drifts back to him, a dull, deep ache is throbbing below his temples. Slipping in and out of consciousness, he struggles to open his eyes, to lift a finger. Eventually, he manages to force his eyelids apart, just a slit. The rest of his body refuses to obey. He cannot move.

One by one, the darkness surrounding him spews shadows; blurred figures and lines. He finds himself on his back on a bed in a small room, barely illuminated. He blinks, drags his sluggish pupils left to look at the corner. 

People.

Two of them, holding each other. A woman, clad in black, with soft eyes and dark curls nearly reaching the hem of her garment. Another, taller, his porcelain face almost sexless, ageless, golden locks cascading down his white robe.

They turn to look at him, the motion synchronized.

Monsters.

“Look who woke up,” the radiant creature says in a low, smooth voice, then turns towards the woman to stroke her face with one of his pointed nails. “Are you hungry? Do you need to eat?”

His heart is pounding in his throat.

“I am,” she answers. “Very.”

The bright being turns towards him and approaches the bed slowly, his face coming into focus as he gets closer. 

Beneath his temples, the pounding ache explodes and pain seeps into his eyeballs. Dread ought to animate his limbs, but fails. 

The creature climbs onto the bed, onto him, straddles him, his weight pushing him further into the bedding. White fabric brushing against his skin and smooth pallid thighs and a golden curtain of soft hair, tickling his chest and shoulders as the one who’s on him now bends down. 

His breaths come flat and ragged; he feels beads of sweat forming on his brows and chest. His body is heavy, the bed shall swallow him, he cannot move, he cannot move.

Lips on his neck; the creature is inhaling his scent. He moves to his clavicle and languidly licks his skin, tongue hot and wet, all the way up to his jaw, his ear.

“Full of fear. Just as you like them,” the being lilts as he turns to the woman.

He stretches himself out beside him, propped up on his elbow.
A nightmare, he must be a nightmare, feline and glowing, enrapturing death.

The nightmare pats the blanket invitingly. 

As the woman moves closer, she smiles. Bashful calm sprouts in his heart, and at last his heart births peace. 
When she is on him, her lips tracing the trail of cooling saliva on his neck; the other’s memory on skin, tranquility engulfs him, cradles him, drowns him. His muscles relax, one by one. Let go, let go. Pain pierces his neck, sticky warmth dribbles across his skin. Her tongue lapping at his flesh. And all is good. 

The golden being has risen from his position and bends down over her. His elegant hands move to hold her hair; he gently tucks a strand behind her ear.
“So eager,” he says. “When you are sated, leave him for me.” The being smiles at him. “His bloodless flesh I shall devour.”

As the world drifts from him, the ache below his temples fades. His life he pours out readily; let him be sustenance. 

The bright creature places a warm kiss upon his lips, and his vision turns black.