buried

"Of course it's because of the bitch." Jade knew that her bad luck had truly stemmed from the moment that the goddess had invited herself into her body, and she was helpless to stop it. Everyone was helpless to stop it until the point of no return. The witch snorted, "I should have known you held the candle for dick, Colin. Why else would someone run from a marriage to Bishop of all people? Especially after she stupidly sold her soul." Not that she really had any say in the matter, when at the end of the road, she had also sold her soul. For her, though... it was survival. She had failed to kill the traitors, and it was only a matter of time before her uncle came for her. Jadis rotated her hands slowly, noticing that her favorite rings were gone; no doubt Bellora's way to take away her weapons, not that she was strong enough to use her own blood to fuel her magic. She leaned heavily against the bars, conserving as much energy as she could, even though the cold was biting into her through the flimsy dress the goddess had put on her like she was playing dollies. Absolutely disgusting. "Very stupid question, but I don't hate it," the witch sighed, "no, I'm not okay. I know why she left my body. I can't sustain her anymore, and she left me alive with just enough juice so she could watch me die slowly. And painfully, since she dumped me with the fangers." Jadis pursed her lips, the dim light swallowing her silence. If she sat here, thinking about how miserable her life was until this point, she could almost laugh, but not this time. This time... she was fucking angry. Angry that her life had constantly been tossed about by hands that were not her own. And... sad. An almost gut-wrenching sadness that she couldn't comprehend, but knew it was the loss of what could have been. "Let's face it, Colin, I'm not making it out of here alive, but I have enough strength in me for one last fight, and I'm going to get you out." It was the reality of the situation. She wasn't strong enough to make it two steps out of whatever hellhole they were in after expending the last of her energy. Her voice cracked, and she was too tired to school her emotions. "Someone has to live– someone has to tell people what happened to me. Tell Fraser that I didn't abandon him, or tell my kids that I'm sorry I never turned out to be the mom that they had, and it's going to be you."

Colin breathed a hum, leaning his head against the brick-lined wall and glancing at the miniscule window filtering a sliver of light through the dirty pane. It's anyone's guess where they were actually being held, the home Bellora took refuge in didn't likely come with a fully equipped dungeon, but this felt very on point for a vampire overlord mob boss. "Right, you didn't know I was gay." The witch's eyes found the other again, "Isabel never did anything wrong, that's what it's never been about. I would've married her if it made her happy." Yet, it wouldn't have made him happy living a lie. They were childhood best friends, partners in everything they did, an enforcer and a healer destined to marry and contribute to the coven's growing population. He had his regrets knowing the longer he and Bel dated, the more he used her for his own protective measures. Hiding behind a relationship that kept him from the council's scrutiny over his preferences. There were easier methods ending the ruse, claiming they were better off as friends, but then the urging came to put a rock on Isabel's finger and it was too late. Nearly dying and forcing his best friend into a soul-selling deal with the Prince of Pride pushed Colin over the edge. The guilt grew unbearable and he ran far until he could not see Ivy Hollow in his side mirror. "Look on the bright side if there is one, at least she isn't using you like her little puppet anymore. I don't care if Henrik skewers me, Jadis, I'm not letting him put a hand on you." Colin studied the blonde for a moment, noting the thin dress adorning her frame that was not the hex witch's style at all. And the temperature in this place wasn't the warmest. He leaned forward slightly, taking the moment to divest himself of his favorite jacket before squeezing it through the bars and sliding it across the floor until it collided with Jade's cell door. "No, hey, don't talk like that." He spoke firmly, spending a pause rising to his feet and focusing his full attention on her so she could see that they were both getting out of here. "Do you really think I would make a break for it without you? That I'd let you give up on your cousin, on your kids, because you don't think you're strong enough? Jade, look at me," Fingers wrapping around the metal bars, Colin shook his head, "You aren't letting Bellora win, do you know why? You're Jadis fucking Hawke. The hex witch, the fighter, someone stronger than I could ever hope to be. You're the person the God of Time reset multiple timelines for until he got it right because of how much he loves you. I'd give anything to have that." Mikail's face swam into his vision, but he vanished it from view, "I have my regrets, Jade. I let a person I care about sell her soul for me and then I left. Against my better judgement, I fell in love with a vampire whose father I couldn't escape from in the end when I should have ran. I don't really have anyone to go back to. You do. If anyone deserved being saved, it's you."

Jade felt it the moment the goddess bitch left her body. Like she was nothing more than a puppet, limp and useless the moment the goddess's hand was off her strings. The room was spinning even with her eyes closed, and it took everything in her just to be able to lick at her dried and cracked lips. The witch didn't even know where she was, just that it was so... cold and damp, a tinge of must in the air. Some sort of dungeon, she'd seen plenty of those in her life to know. She winced the moment she heard loud grating noises from somewhere in the room, every decibel bouncing in her skull painfully– then there was blessed silence. Until a voice broke through the fog, muffled at first. Jadis groaned in response after a time, turning towards the noise, her eyes opening blearily, trying to focus on who was being so loud. Finally, the dim lighting swam into focus, her squinted gaze finally clearing slightly to see that it was Colin. She scoffed. She would have rolled her eyes if the mere movement didn't cause agony. "Rosewood, do you have to be so loud?" Jade griped, hands moving to cover her ears clumsily to the point where she smacked herself in the face. It was like she didn't have control over her faculties. That bitch goddess really did suck everything out of her and leave barely a functioning husk in her wake. Over the next few minutes, she managed to pull herself up using the bars, weaving her arms around them in order to stay upright. "Where the hell are we?" she managed to ask through labored breaths, "I... I don't remember a goddamn thing."

"Yep, that's the Jade Hawke I know." Colin leaned his side against the cool bars, its temperature oddly calming him in spite of the very dangerous situation they were stuck in at the moment. A part of him wondered if Mik was stuck down there with them in another cell, but he could typically feel the vampire when he was near like a burning flame of a candle. Taking his mind off of the biggest reason he was down in a basement cell, the witch returned his attention on the other who clearly couldn't control her movements. Guess that is what happens when a powerful goddess hitches a ride. "Your guess is as good as mine, but wherever here is, it's because of Bellora on your end. A perverted, psycho vampire who teamed up with her on mine because of his son on mine." Colin pulled one knee up to his chest and breathed a sigh, eyes landing upon Jade again, "I think the goddess returned to her own body. You've been out a while, it seems." Back leaning against the wall behind him, he took a moment looking her over, "Are you okay? Stupid question, but thought I should at least ask."

Mikail felt the ripple of Colin's muscles beneath his hand, knowing that a barely restrained urge to touch him simmered beneath the skin, leaving him heady. It was a power, being craved as he was by someone just as much as he craved them. No, being craved by Colin. His witch that he shouldn't have. The witch he should have killed long ago, so that he wouldn't be placed into this plight, yet he couldn't pull the trigger on his death. He'd thought about it after draining what he could from Colin, seeing the glassy-eyed stare and the smile of pleasure on the witch's lips begging for more, and he couldn't end his life. It was torture for Mikail. The vampire let out a groan of sheer pleasure the moment the witch tempted him even further, the very words sending him over the edge even without the pressure of Colin's body against his, obviously trying to push him farther as if his presence wasn't a mere catalyst. "Fuck it." The words fell from his lips in a hiss as he dropped his hand away from Colin's wrists altogether before his fingers moved to grasp the collar of the witch's shirt, ripping it open for more access. He didn't wait for another moment, not giving any time for the witch to rethink his choices, as his fangs pierced the tender flesh; the irony tang that tasted like pure heaven filled his mouth as he pulled as gently as he could manage. A deep guttural moan vibrated through him, his hands unable to do anything but wander, one moving to rest on Colin's hip while the other traced up the witch's spine for his fingers to twine in his hair. Mikail wasn't a green vampire, but when coming face to face with the very nectar that flowed in the witch's veins, it was a starving beast that needed to be prodded back into his cage. He pulled his mouth away from Colin's skin, tongue laving over the wounds to catch any stray drops and gently close the wounds he'd caused. "You taste just as good as I remember," Mik murmured into Colin's skin as he trailed his lips to Colin's, claiming his mouth as hungrily as he'd claimed the witch's blood. Their encounters usually stopped here with Mikail compelling any memories of him drawing the witch's blood from his mind after taking enough not to make him too weak, but now... now that limit didn't exist. His gaze flicked to Colin's as his hand drifted to the witch's waistband, a smirk tilting his lips with every inch his hand disappeared beneath the fabric to grasp Colin's member. "I wonder how much better you'll taste as you cum for me?" Every word was enunciated with a tug of his palm, his free hand gripping the hem of Colin's shirt and tugging it over the witch's head. "That just begs the question of whether you want to cum from my hand alone or on my cock."

God, he was done for. Colin imagined which choices in his life led him at the vampire's doorstep and whether he would decide the very same if given a second go-around? If his first love Grant never perished in the coven siege, would he have ever left the city and came into contact with Mikail, accepted a night and multiple of feeding, only for his memories to be hijacked and sent on his merry way? A repeating cycle? It was a horrible thought to consider, but the witch would not change a single thing. Somehow, fate brought them both back together as intended, a vampire and his blood bag. No, his lover. Blood bags were eventually disposed of, killed, forgotten before another took its place. There would be nobody else taking his place ever again. Mikail was forever his. Colin did not need to wait long for Mik's retaliation, tilting his head to the side in instinctual response before the pleasure began. The piercing of the vampire's fangs knocked the wind straight from the witch's lungs and sent a loud gasp followed by a moan as soon as the ecstasy injected itself into his veins like the addictive drug it will forever be known as. Vampiric heroin poisoning every crevice of their souls. Colin leaned his head back against the wall, trapped within a daze before Mik's lips where on his, ripping him from reverie to further deepen the kiss while his hands explored the expanse of the vampire's chest. "Take what you want." Colin sighed, knowing it is a guaranteed promise. His gaze found Mikail's, heart jackhammering in his chest as the vampire took him in his grasp, and unashamed by the barrage of moans falling from his mouth. "Fuck, that feels good." His arms lifted as Mik divested him of his shirt and thrusted his hips with the movement desperately, attempting to gather as much pleasurable reprieve as he could. His cock begged for release, hardening under various touches. "I'll do both for you in time, Mik." Colin leaned forward and pressed various kisses to the male's neck, biting and licking as if he hungered for the taste of the vampire's flesh. "I want you to feel as I fall apart for you bouncing on your cock while you fuck me good." His hand dropped down and slowly rubbed at Mikail's bulge, "I'm yours to breed."