The Worlds We Fall Into [Private]
Feb 22, 2023 20:01:18 GMT -5
Post by Ve on Feb 22, 2023 20:01:18 GMT -5
None of this was unfamiliar to them. Lips that were kissed and bitten until they were swollen in delicious aftermath, the redness of them no longer entirely from the skillfully applied stain from the night before. Hair tussled and disheveled, grabbed, pulled, and used as an anchor for the carnal delights of being handled to fall about their shoulders in satiated wisps. Skin marred with the marks of pleasure from the lips, teeth, and tongue of another, accentuated beautifully by the tattoos that shifted across a pale canvas to trail around them not unlike framing exquisite art.
...and that delightful bit of soreness that had them aching in so many delightful ways, in a memory born of sensation that had drowned and filled him so thoroughly that he wanted and coveted the reminders that came with every single step.
It made walking through the streets of Zeinav City an exhilarating test in not betraying themselves more than what they already did with the evidence they wore about themselves proudly. Shame nowhere to be found. Head held high. A sway of hips as they carried themselves with languid grace. They had not learned how to walk without a limp for nothing, after all, and the practice required to perfect that skill had been quite enjoyable. As it very well should be. Always, as far as they were concerned. Why deny the pleasures of life when you could savor them instead?
The night before had been neither practice nor anything more than making the most of their time in the city, an essential to any and all places they visited as they traveled about Charon on a shadow's whim. If there was one thing Zeinav's heat was good for, it was sparking to life the flames of heated moments and passions, encouraging seeking out a breath of coolness with the removal of clothes until all that was left were bodies laid bare, simply begging to be explored. And when Ve introduced themselves in a tavern where words and men were loose from the alcohol, he had found sweltering heat and afterglow's chill in someone who had taken them being both in elegant stride.
It was unfortunate that Ve would not be seeking out that individual again, their rules set in stone and immovable. For safety, for pride, for maintaining distance between the acquaintances, friends, and lovers they had in the past, they would welcome that chase, even welcome being caught, but they were not the type to do any sort of chasing themselves. It was far too risky. It would open the door to emotions and deeper attachments, which was... unacceptable for someone like them. Their own idea of who they were was flimsy and fragile enough that it would be all too easily influenced in a way they were not ready for.
This, Ve accepted. They accepted a great deal when it came to themselves and the way they needed to shape and control the world so that they could fit into it. They even accepted the loneliness that sometimes came with all they needed to do to not lose grasp of what they already knew, something that was abated from time to time by returning to places and faces that were outside of their rules or by writing letters to those that would always be a part of them, the bond of family unshakeable.
...they even accepted the fact that they were being followed and took it in literal stride with the next sharp turn down the busy market streets as they attempted to lose their unexpected tail.
To have it fail, of course, as the other three similar attempts had done so. Whoever it was that was following them, Ve credited them for being quite skilled at keeping pace and remaining out of sight. For the most part on the latter. More credit was due to the former as Ve had noticed them, though they certainly had made it difficult. Ve couldn't say with any sort of confidence just how long he had been followed, only that they were.
What was faintly amusing amidst the initial alarm of it all had quickly shifted to frustration, however, and now as they realized it would take more than just a bit of weaving between crowds and the city itself to escape, it became... panic, they could admit. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but that didn't mean they enjoyed being forced into situations where they were a victim, having to choose between fight, flight...
...or acceptance.
Ve would not go quietly, though, of that their strange shadow would soon discover. Jaw clenched, hands itching to ball into fists, an urge they ignored to continue the charade of being unaware, they called upon the magic of their self, of their blood, and held an image of what they wished to disappear as by becoming while the darkness of their soul churned and roiled against shackles of indomitable will. In the next few moments, they would create a distraction, releasing their magic as their image shifted to something else—someone else to be lost within the chaos they could cause.
Or, that was their plan, at the very least, but before they could even begin, someone grabbed them by the arm and dragged them into an alley with bone-bruising strength, causing that panic from before to rise to new and desperate heights. With teeth bared, Ve wheeled on them, attempting to rip themselves free, hissing sharpened words in what was likely a vain hope that someone might hear them... and maybe help.
"Let go of me!"
...and that delightful bit of soreness that had them aching in so many delightful ways, in a memory born of sensation that had drowned and filled him so thoroughly that he wanted and coveted the reminders that came with every single step.
It made walking through the streets of Zeinav City an exhilarating test in not betraying themselves more than what they already did with the evidence they wore about themselves proudly. Shame nowhere to be found. Head held high. A sway of hips as they carried themselves with languid grace. They had not learned how to walk without a limp for nothing, after all, and the practice required to perfect that skill had been quite enjoyable. As it very well should be. Always, as far as they were concerned. Why deny the pleasures of life when you could savor them instead?
The night before had been neither practice nor anything more than making the most of their time in the city, an essential to any and all places they visited as they traveled about Charon on a shadow's whim. If there was one thing Zeinav's heat was good for, it was sparking to life the flames of heated moments and passions, encouraging seeking out a breath of coolness with the removal of clothes until all that was left were bodies laid bare, simply begging to be explored. And when Ve introduced themselves in a tavern where words and men were loose from the alcohol, he had found sweltering heat and afterglow's chill in someone who had taken them being both in elegant stride.
It was unfortunate that Ve would not be seeking out that individual again, their rules set in stone and immovable. For safety, for pride, for maintaining distance between the acquaintances, friends, and lovers they had in the past, they would welcome that chase, even welcome being caught, but they were not the type to do any sort of chasing themselves. It was far too risky. It would open the door to emotions and deeper attachments, which was... unacceptable for someone like them. Their own idea of who they were was flimsy and fragile enough that it would be all too easily influenced in a way they were not ready for.
This, Ve accepted. They accepted a great deal when it came to themselves and the way they needed to shape and control the world so that they could fit into it. They even accepted the loneliness that sometimes came with all they needed to do to not lose grasp of what they already knew, something that was abated from time to time by returning to places and faces that were outside of their rules or by writing letters to those that would always be a part of them, the bond of family unshakeable.
...they even accepted the fact that they were being followed and took it in literal stride with the next sharp turn down the busy market streets as they attempted to lose their unexpected tail.
To have it fail, of course, as the other three similar attempts had done so. Whoever it was that was following them, Ve credited them for being quite skilled at keeping pace and remaining out of sight. For the most part on the latter. More credit was due to the former as Ve had noticed them, though they certainly had made it difficult. Ve couldn't say with any sort of confidence just how long he had been followed, only that they were.
What was faintly amusing amidst the initial alarm of it all had quickly shifted to frustration, however, and now as they realized it would take more than just a bit of weaving between crowds and the city itself to escape, it became... panic, they could admit. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but that didn't mean they enjoyed being forced into situations where they were a victim, having to choose between fight, flight...
...or acceptance.
Ve would not go quietly, though, of that their strange shadow would soon discover. Jaw clenched, hands itching to ball into fists, an urge they ignored to continue the charade of being unaware, they called upon the magic of their self, of their blood, and held an image of what they wished to disappear as by becoming while the darkness of their soul churned and roiled against shackles of indomitable will. In the next few moments, they would create a distraction, releasing their magic as their image shifted to something else—someone else to be lost within the chaos they could cause.
Or, that was their plan, at the very least, but before they could even begin, someone grabbed them by the arm and dragged them into an alley with bone-bruising strength, causing that panic from before to rise to new and desperate heights. With teeth bared, Ve wheeled on them, attempting to rip themselves free, hissing sharpened words in what was likely a vain hope that someone might hear them... and maybe help.
"Let go of me!"