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there is a shadow dancing on her lower lip that loki knows could choke her and a hand poised in the valley of her throat that is capable of the same, and she could gloat for a thousand years over her good fortune that neither will do it unless she asks.

there were times, when she’d found him again, that she worried deeply about such things. she had never taken his imprisonment lightly, and the mere thought of it incited a rage in her that brought the furious, seething urge to burn hellsing to the ground—but alucard would not have it, and it wasn’t loki’s place to say whether the staying of her hand was truly his will or that of the damnable chains upon him.

at least she was first. at least loki had gained his trust centuries ago that she can be here like this, set delicately in his lap and directing his every movement at her leisure. the wisping darkness at her mouth like cigarette smoke and alucard’s touch light and reverent at the intersection of blood and breath as if he awaits invitation. she’ll give it, soon; first she takes that dark on her tongue like communion, only if she were to close her lips on the priest’s fingers.

he always did love blasphemy, and loki delights in whoredom. their hungers aren’t quite the same, but they do line up beautifully, and she can tell the savagery in her lover by his shrinking pupils and multiplying teeth and the sudden fullness of the room, how he spills out of himself formless and eager. how he waits only for her word, a control granted her by likely the only love the vampire alucard knows, a control she never keeps for long, of the same love.

@vojvode said: ❝ well, look who it is. scheme anything interesting lately? or just general oppression of the masses? ❞

❝  two.    i  have  two  hearts.  ❞            your  finger  vaguely  points  toward  your  chest  and  the  fingertip  gives  it  a  few  taps.    truly  you  were  never  born,  so  it  must  be  true  that  you  will  never  die.    for  once  you  were  untroubled  by  the  weight  of  your  world  /  by  timeless  traumas  you  carried  into  endless  nights.            ❝  one  of  a  monster  and  one  of  a  man.  ❞            you  couldn’t  really  say  for  sure  what  that  made  you.    a  biblical  controversy,  perhaps.