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metamorphosis2012-12-14 07:26 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-12-14 07:26 pm
Entry tags:
477;
Title: there's no going back now.
Characters: Markus, Eliza
Rating: G
he smoothed her gown over her stomach, feeling her middle tremble as she breathed. she was relaxed with his touch, unlike the women before who had screamed when he began. she was so thin, so frail. he wondered if she could even fight back, if she tried.
"are you going to cure me?" her voice was soft. he lifted her just enough to slide her gown past her shoulders, then under her growing breasts. he laid his hand over her heart, felt it beat once. twice. three times.
"we are not all-powerful." her skin was already hot under his touch. a fever, blossoming. he stole it from her and replaced it with his fire. her breath turned ragged, then returned to its steady slow pace. "but i can give you seven years."
she was quiet while he finished stealing the sickness from her. the aches and the pains. the fever. her heart. he fixed her clothes and covered with the blanket, and sat beside her when she brushed her fingers against his arm.
"am i damned?" fear laid under her breath, waiting to strike. he slid her arms out of the blankets and laid them across her stomach. there was color to her skin; he liked it better than the white.
"your heart was the one giving you trouble." he curled her fingers against her palms. "i took that."
he watched her close her eyes. her nose twitched off and on for a moment, then settled as he stole her waking thoughts.
they fluttered like a baby bird and disappeared.
Characters: Markus, Eliza
Rating: G
he smoothed her gown over her stomach, feeling her middle tremble as she breathed. she was relaxed with his touch, unlike the women before who had screamed when he began. she was so thin, so frail. he wondered if she could even fight back, if she tried.
"are you going to cure me?" her voice was soft. he lifted her just enough to slide her gown past her shoulders, then under her growing breasts. he laid his hand over her heart, felt it beat once. twice. three times.
"we are not all-powerful." her skin was already hot under his touch. a fever, blossoming. he stole it from her and replaced it with his fire. her breath turned ragged, then returned to its steady slow pace. "but i can give you seven years."
she was quiet while he finished stealing the sickness from her. the aches and the pains. the fever. her heart. he fixed her clothes and covered with the blanket, and sat beside her when she brushed her fingers against his arm.
"am i damned?" fear laid under her breath, waiting to strike. he slid her arms out of the blankets and laid them across her stomach. there was color to her skin; he liked it better than the white.
"your heart was the one giving you trouble." he curled her fingers against her palms. "i took that."
he watched her close her eyes. her nose twitched off and on for a moment, then settled as he stole her waking thoughts.
they fluttered like a baby bird and disappeared.