molly
she/her
31
october 16
elsewhere
pansexual / aro
functioning sociopath
<redacted>
snake-eyed with a sly smile
GESTATION (SAUNA)
POSTED ON Aug 23, 2021 21:16:56 GMT
tw; abuseand scatter them he does. there is a meaning to her craving. there is a desire behind her addiction. it is behind every addict - a monstrous, hungry little thing, with a mewling mouth with teeth like knives and a stomach that's never full. it waits for weakness, consuming all the good it can in its path, until there is nothing but that hunger, that reminder
that she's an artist. a thumbprint here and just a few smudges, and look, she's made a pyroar! it's gold stars and accolades and
a pleasure so deep it rocks her to her core. pain blossoms within her as he grows rougher. she flings her head back and his hands find purchase on her collarbone now, slippery from the sweat and the heat and all this mist that's curling
her hair. she has an art show and it smells like hairspray and expensive makeup. the woman in the mirror smiles like a ten-year-old girl (giggles like one too) and her exhibition is soon. he promises to give her a treat afterwards, for being such a good girl, and her lip quivers and she asks is it ice cream? while knowing the answer is
no, f-"uck." like an elastic on the brink of snapping, she curls inward, toward him, hating him for these visions. but why would you hate him? you know it isn't him.
but he is her everything. he is her world. he is why she is here, breathing/gasping, her life's work a promising yellow-brick road before her. and she knows there are bars around this box, that he still holds the key, but this is her choice now. this is her desire.
she shudders against him, bites her lip so hard it bleeds. and she opens her eyes, really opens them, and stares, open-mouthed and gasping, and this time she is the one who snakes her hand to his throat.
"you're mine, eliard," she says forcefully, voice hoarse. and she stands, exposed with legs shaking, the air just as hot as that infernal water. she towers, for a moment, and then folds. blackness curls against her vision and she collapses against him in the water.
their chests rise and fall in tandem. she breathes, "mine."
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