The world was on fire but no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

Devour me, take my soul, just don't leave me...

Prayers lay upon deaf ears of his ancestors, unable to call them forth as his father had. Witnessing such an event brought incredible faith, though not for a deity, nor any named religion, but within the ancestral lineage which bore weight across generations of Hodari. Faith carried bolstered many, but for Bakarea there lacked confidence within his own heritage, overshadowed perhaps by his brothers, or his father. Never jealous, always the softer child within the familial group, content to stride adrift within the backdrop.

Since meeting @Eurielle he'd become a real man, taken against tidal waves of passion. Unknown against pubescent innocence, into adulthood he'd ascended lulled by sense of familial gratitude, held up by his mother's ever supportive presence. With Eurielle something else formed. A carnal desire transitioned within him, passions increasing to something more than just lust. Wrapped with eternal chains, bound forevermore to the pale, heavenly woman.

Paws felt entirely soaked, aching between pads the further inward he traversed silted roads. Garnishments lay about the soaked region, brilliant verdant blades stuck from the ground, gnarled roots pushing up, rotten umbra bark peeling back from the too-soaked flesh beneath. Here, of all places, he might find his lover. Why, for what purpose lay unknown. To journey here, away from the high folds of the mountains towering peaks, safer than the open lands below, he assumed she sought parts of herself he couldn't satisfy.

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my lover's got humour
she's the giggle at the funeral

her ebony-splattered visage glistens against the low-lights, every inch of her angelic spirit saturated in darkness, as she trails beneath the silver embers of the moon. alone, the iron maiden travels, always alone. she is a reclusive spirit, solitary in nature - extremely distant - even now, as she presses forward and follows the scent of @Bakarea. her slender bodice would twist through the shadows, mud clinging to her delicate toes as she wades further into the swamp-lands, the silk of her nightgown tracked in wet earth, too.

when she finally comes upon the large form of the leviathan, her smouldering red eyes would gently devour his frame, her thick khol-lashes fluttering above her mauve cheekbones as she takes all of him in, quietly assessing. she would not seek to close the distance between them, however, there is an iciness radiating off of eurielle, as she aim to step around him instead. her soft shoulder would brush lightly across his side, her eyes would widen briefly, as if in mock surprise to see him. "it is you." she would whisper above a dark, misty breath, but she would not rush to embrace him as lovers do. like a winter storm, she follows him quietly, the violence swimming beneath her flesh.

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The world was on fire but no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

Secret troves, hidden agendas, all lay within shadowed pockets, housing them as if they were two midnight runners, stealing away from the law. There's a certain thrill with no one knowing where he is, where he's been. Intertwining bodies beneath moonlit escapades, passionate coils of oiled flesh after heady exertions, and foremost, the hauntingly dazzling woman he'd discovered through thorned branches.

When @Eurielle finds him there's immediate shifts against the usual light-heartedness between them. A pale shoulder brushes against his dark purple one, giving the air of disproval. Meek, boyish face turns down, two different colored eyes searching damp soils for something disarming to placate his lover. "I'm sorry." Quiet, spoken barely above a whisper, his gaze draws up to the freckled face of his tormentor. "Forgive me." words usher from fervent lips, eager to please his goddess. The only woman he worships. "Please?"

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maybe my solitude would be better spent with you
but I'm stuck in wanderlust, far from any permanence

solitary, poised, the maiden remains unflinching before her knight. awash with silver hues, the trail of gossamer clouds would weave their misted plumes across the moon. in and out, side to side, twirling in their soft-spinning cadence; a delicate play of light and shadow converging upon the obsidian soil and mauve-tinted flesh. shadows would thus press against the delicate frame of eurielle, her khol-lined irises beaming vibrantly, like twin vampy moons caught against the timeless grace of her seraphic features. she is unreadable as stone, only a brief flicker of emotion would tease along her brumal features; some blend of icy ridicule mixed with winter apathy.

he begs, and begs, and she can feel the hair along her nape stand on edge. his pleas would have gone unanswered, as she cocks a slender ear towards those rugged vocals, acknowledging his presence with a cruel little purr. like a restless feline, she would pace along the edges of him, her slender curvature leaning briefly against his masculine frame; her body weaving inbetween the moonlight and shadow, svelte legs tracked in sable flecks of moist, earthen mixture.

"why do you ask of my forgiveness?" she finally questions, shooting him a pointed look, quiet and confused. she has always been a distant creature, a cold creature, and whatever damsel he imagines in his head is all that and nothing more; imagination.

The world was on fire but no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

Idealistic views mar relationship qualities, dulling his radiant evolution against @Eurielle's curvature. Poison in the well seeps between moss-ridden cracks, placated here and there, drip-dripping its slow spread across supple flesh. Wilted under that cerise gaze, devoid, empty of feeling towards him. Once a quite jovial child now stirs a sullen man, whipped beneath endless orbs of cherry-red which consumed his soul.

Cruelty entered their poetic relationship, something he'd not endured until present moments. Subtle steps, slight curves of those pointed, mauve hips drawing away, reminding him of failures etched painfully against the last few months of existence. Threads unraveled, a weak man, weaker still before his wicked lover, bewitched forevermore beneath those moon-goddess lips.

Two different colored eyes, one silver, one teal, plead for some culmination of devotion within those brilliant red eyes, seeking that demure lust for his loins as they had that first night. "For not being enough." Unlike his father he'd not taken a pride, nor made others bow beneath his ferocity. Soft Bakarea, steadfast and quiet, lacked the ability to bring nations to their knees, when all Eurielle need enact was but one gaze.

His Joan Of Arc.

How unworthy, a solemn pillar beside her; lips drawn into a thin line, contemplating his inability to provide what all men should provide. Instead their trajectory remained wanderlust, caught amongst cool crystalline waters under algae bloom, tepid air pressing each rusted tress down. Here, the world could be their oyster, and yet he felt infinitely small, lessened by his perceived lack of manhood.

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the fabric of your flesh
pure as a wedding dress

@Bakarea is soft - he is a man in love. his features were ruddy with emotion, and the color were bled from his dual-toned eyes. an air of defeat hung about him; his soft, unkempt curls rustling in the cool wind. this love is not reciprocated, not any more. for this, eurielle can sense - imagine? - him, grieving.

her blood hums beneath her flesh, purring with violence, unseen. her skin seems to shiver beneath the moonlight. the moment held icy clarity, throbbing weight. it feels like pin-pricks touching all along her body; delicate nails running down the flesh of her curvature, counting the sable freckles of her complexion, like the devil counts his sins.

her winter visage does not soften, subtle mauve skin glimmering pale in the night's gloom; devoid of warmth and color and emotion. perhaps, she is cruel. distant and detached. the weight of the world would rest heavily upon her delicate shoulders, pulling the maiden across the frozen, muddy earth like an angel being pulled across hell heaven. her talons click over the harsh cold soil, long obsidian nails digging gently against the moist loam.

"not enough." eurielle repeats almost innocently, blinking back her star-red gaze with a flickering hint of cruelty laughing in their smouldering, khol-linned depths. indeed, he was not enough. "no one will ever be enough." she whispers coldly against his ear, brushing past him once again to step closer towards the forest. the forest is her home - it is the only form of surrender she will ever accept.

"is that all?" her voice is smooth, yet clipped, leaving ink-stained lips with an almost laughing hunger.

she feels empty.

hers is a void no man nor woman can ever hope to fill.

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The world was on fire but no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

Drugged against the flecked bosom he found solace in there crept a demon emerged from beneath the soft façade she'd once given him. Cruelty incarnate hurtled towards him, devouring his soul inch-by-inch, taking with her his heart, beating hot against the palm of her hand.

No longer does he find love within the depths of cerise eyes, emblazoned now with smoldering hatred. Inside something grows cold, shriveling against the confidence he'd barely grown. "So that's it?" A sudden angry call bellows after the retreating mauve backside, enraged by the idea that @Eurielle would so easily walk away from the connection they'd perilously thrown between each other.

"You'd just walk away, like that? Like I was nothing?" As much as he preached to be nothing, he was something. The Hodari bloodline beat strong within his veins, and though he'd never exercised the right to bloodshed, he was capable. As capable as his father had been protecting their pride when they'd held the Hollows for years.

Rusted toes splayed against soft dirt, propelling him forward towards the mauve backside. "If you think you belong to anyone else you're lying to yourself." Possessive, coveting, he is a woman man and Eurielle was his whether she walked away this moment or not. So it had been written held between each others' arms.

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the fabric of your flesh
pure as a wedding dress

the iciness sets across her cold, feline features. her warm disposition is no longer here, no longer his. it's as if every emotion has been drained from her, and in it's place, breathed december's scorn. there is a sharp way in which she fixes him down. her stare is not gentle, it is brutal and harsh and cutting across phantom flesh in every angle. there is a severity to eurielle now, a smooth sharpness, likened to a knife. in this moment, she hungers to pierce him. to stab him in the heart. to push the blade down, up to its bloodied hilt.

her khol-lined irises glints furiously against the pink blushing arc of her cheekbones. as she prowls further and further away from her once-knight, she can hear his voice smouldering against her, begging for a reaction. but eurielle is unforgiving, unflinching, in her resolve. she is concinved she feels nothing, as she moves further and further away from the large male, hissing over her shoulder in a vicious, final whisper.

"don't be so pathetic."

exit eurille

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