β donβt you want to be consumed by what loves you? β @vendeath to dwagon Sylus :3
His rubicund eyes glitter brightly, mirroring the wicked glint in Vespera's own. There's sharpness to her eyes, a focus that refuses to dim as her gaze follows the dragon's slow, approaching gait. And when he nears, she turns her face up to him in an act that looks like adoration and defiance both, but for the invitation conveyed in the part of her berry-stained lips.
His own lips incline to her, drawn to their siren's song. There's a roiling beyond the abyssal pit of his stomach that aches to be filled with her, to swallow her whole and feel the repletion of her within him, sating him to the point of suffocation. It was not a hunger that afflicted him, but a rapture that had no face of form, whose nebulous voracity did threaten a devastation he could not fathom.
Swiftly does his claw find her throat, pinning her to the crag-broken ground. Her pale hair fans in roseate tendrils about her, a splendor like the corona of a breaking sun. And yet her eyes engage him, as potent, as puissant as the carmine core within his chest, and he wants her, he wants her, he wants herβ
His teeth nip hard at her bottom lip, enough to draw blood. Crimson blossoms and pools at the corner of her mouth, and the trembling meniscus of her blood beckons him without relent. He licks at it, then licks at it again, licks her a third time until the taste of her blood floods his senses. "Who loves me , then?" he demands, knowing well that her answer would never satisfy the both of them. "If someone were to love me, they could have me. To consume me, to do with me what she wills." He nips at her bottom lip, gently now. "If only she could swear it so."
