There are times when she forgets that he is not human. Moments where the feeling of being Other is fleeting and they're just each other, just two beings. Lazy mornings in the sun, watching tv, sharing food. Laughing at books and comparing favorite music. Jokes about grapes and hidden innuendos.
And then there are moments when it's so painfully obvious that she almost feels stupid for forgetting. Moments when the sky falls dark and heavy with rain at the flick of his mood, murders of crows at his call, his smile anything but human.
Teeth too sharp, eyes like green slits, neck stretching too long for any mortal. The beginning of the glamour fading. In these moments she realizes that he is nothing but pure Fae, a beast in corporal form, something that was made to lure and kill.
He is still irresistibly handsome in those moments and she's not entirely sure if that's due to the purposeful magnetic charm or because she too was Other and felt kinship.
She had lost the initial fear for him long ago but sometimes whenever he got particularly murderous, in moments when it was plain that he still knew and relished in what he was, well---she couldn't help but to have the hair on the back of her neck stand.
Yet that too is fleeting once she remembers that he would never intentionally hurt her. When it's clear that he was just in a mood or didn't want to give up the feeling after a hunt. She knew what that felt like.
In those moments she sometimes surprised herself by putting him in his place. Although he seemed more than happy to comply to rest against her as she combed her fingers through his mane of water reeds---only somewhat wary of finding something she shouldn't.
He would mindlessly nibble against her flesh, being careful as he knew how to not puncture, until one of them dozed off. In most cases usually him. The maiden lulling the beast to rest.
Other times, she sometimes felt too Other to belong anywhere but with him. As much as she wanted, Caleb would never truly understand what it was like. Liam knew what it was like to long to tear into flesh, to not want to relinquish the power, how the human skin sometimes felt too much like confinement, knew what it was like to want to mark claim into what was yours with too sharp teeth. In those moments it was he who lulled her and gave her his neck to do what she will. He hardly minded.
Merely beasts wearing the guise of human skins.
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