man - eater.

@peacarsa sent : [ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly.

ahri knows intimately what hunger looks like, how it wears the veil of desire in a twisted and mangled perversion of a different shade, how it swells like longing blooming deep in one's chest with a heat so intense it burns like the radiance of a thousand suns. it's a different kind of hunger, one that cannot be sated by any great banquet or magnificent feast. something innately primal, carnal, that tempts her even now as she blinks slowly at the man in return. as in control of her heart as she may be, she still feels it deeply — that deep desire to unravel, to let go, to allow the filaments of her soul to slip between the small gaps between her fingers that hold the seams shut to trap the beast that remains dormant within. ahri knows what it is to unhinge her jaw and sink her teeth into flesh and bask in the glow of that receding warmth, the receding power, flooding into her body like tempestuous ocean waves.

she watches him in return, her golden eyes glistening, her gaze terribly intense as an inviting smile carefully twists her ruby red lips. ahri knows what it is to be a predator admiring prey. the centuries have softened her heart, opened her mind to the deluge of memory and feeling, but it has not made her weak. for a moment, she worries. not for her, but for him. does he know what she's capable of?

" you look like you're about ready to devour me whole, " ahri says at last, curiously lifting an eyebrow. her words are double-edged sword. tempting, testing. she cannot make sense of what it is lying beneath his skin, but she feels something.

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@vannaspar sent : i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

for as rare as it feels, ahri doesn't think she'll ever get used to this — this companionship, any stubbornly determined presence that insists on remaining by her side when all she has known for a millennium is solitude. too many centuries were spent playing the part of the hunter, the vicious beast lurking in the dark to devour the endless dreams, the fear and the love, the anguish and the hope. even after the monster became more woman than beast, she could not trust herself to linger amongst mortals. ahri tried weaning herself off from feeding, from draining her victims of their magic, their very souls; short-lived in her hunger, in her greed, as she felt her own strength waning from her veins.

ahri stares at vann like he's said the most foolish thing she has ever heard, eyes wide and her jaw clenched to keep it from falling agape. she exists in a dangerous juxtaposition, within two separate worlds that are desperate to find compromise where she might live in paradise: one in which she is frozen, petrified with the fear that she might repeat the sin of her most fatal mistake; in the other, the fierce desire — an unspeakable yearning for there being so few words to give it a name — for companionship, friendship. though it has been many centuries more since the moment in memory she cannot — and will not, not ever again — outrun, ahri is afraid. but she softens in spite of it and nods slowly, lowering her head as her eyelids flutter shut. " strength in numbers, " she murmurs, caving to allow a diminutive smile to twist her lips. " you're right. but only if you're sure. it will be a long journey, and i don't want to endanger you. "

she meets his eyes, but only briefly, anxiously returning her gaze down to the open toes of her sandals. " i need time to prepare. it won't take long, i promise. stay here, won't you? shout if something happens — i'll come racing back. "