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a e n e i a . ([personal profile] aeneia) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch2015-12-18 01:01 pm

& open gen post iii.

OPEN POST ( III. )
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[personal profile] dustup 2016-01-14 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all his jovial nature, the righteousness of the Assassin's cause, he is still a killer. A talented murderer who has more blood upon his hand that most. Dangerous blood, wrong blood, the life force of men who would run the world into a muck filled ditch enslaving all of humanity to their goals - but blood all the same. He has no right to touch her, no right to chase the hems of her skirts and steal secret kisses. And yet he does. Selfishly, foolishly, takes what he has no right to take, no right to even touch. For he is little more than a foolish man, never looking upon the destruction he brings down with each step he takes.

Evie chides him on it but he still does not see, just as he does not see now the damage he causes. Whatever comes of it... neither of them will walk away clean nor whole. Something will break, fray, see them both bloody and wounded - it is the nature of such things. But why should he care with her warmth so close, her hands curled into his jacket? Heavy as his heart feels it is lifted, lighter, a sort of victory dancing upon his tongue as she takes as much as he. He lets her, of course, moves only to encourage her lips, her hold.

Whatever comes next will be worth it. ]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-01-24 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She pours it all into him, all her longing, all her tenderness that ached, like a locked up bird song, a lark bursting to get out. Comes rushing up to her mouth, out of her lips, into his. Her fingers find his hair, cupping the back of his neck in the splayed set of her fingers on his skin. Slipping below the edge of his high collar. ]

See, [ it's a second, where she has to take her breath, has to suck in low because her lungs are burning and her eyes are burning and her skin is burning - ] I told you, you're cruel to me, assassin.

[ Sharp little inhale-exhale, swallowing to try and wet the creak in her voice smooth again. ]
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[personal profile] dustup 2016-01-25 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ And he takes every inch of it, accepts her longing and tenderness, drinks deep until his lungs burn with the need to breathe. For a moment he wants nothing more than the thrust his blade into her husband's heart, for a moment he wants nothing more than to thrust his blade into her father's heart. Free her from the shackles that chain her to this place, to this life that sees her caged and alone.

Her fingers are gentle in his hair, against his skin, yet her very touch scorches him. An exquisite sort of pain that he can barely describe. ]


As you are to me, miss. [ There are so many ways to stop this, all she would have to do is act. ]
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[personal profile] circumspector 2016-02-11 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ She withdraws so very carefully, her fingers slipping down his chest, and that last step is hard to withdraw in the last instance. Pressed flat over his beating heart that if she slows herself, she could match breathing too. Her lips part where they feel full, all blood rushed to the surface. Eyes lowering. Hurting each other, as is fair, she'd never hurt anyone so directly before - and there's a rush in that too. ]

We should...

[ Stop, probably, but she doesn't want to, she never wants to again. Even as she knows he'll leave, she wants him to stay. Her fingers curl up a little. ] ... let this be. [ Let go, says it again, like this time if she wills it, so it will be. Just let go. ]