( more, then. in every way: a more frantic pace of his hips, a firmer pull of his tail, and the neck, then, where aventurine chooses to bite next. there. there people will see, there it will be remembered, there it will be a souvenir and a mark and maybe a matching brand.
aventurine pulls away still, enough to admire the red marks of teeth and the alluring flowing of blood through broken skin. it's an unusual and unique look in his eyes - utter adoration, something like pride blooming in his chest. he returns to plant a gentle kiss on kirma's cheek, despite all, a satisfied purring in his voice. )
You're doing so well, my cute bunny. I can't wait for everyone else to know you're mine. ( this is what we call foreshadowing.
but for an aventurine who has long lost reason to the frenzied state of his unruly mind, so taken by thoughts of longing and lust and possessiveness, it makes perfect sense, this course of action. in his mind he will cover kirma in little gifts for him to show off, bite marks and loving kisses all over, seen and unseen.
weird, too, that there's a particular, exquisite warmth in his chest. something he has not felt in so many years. something he could almost mistake for genuine happiness, for being able to have someone to call his again, and mean it.
but this isn't quite the thread for that, is it? )
i lived bitch
aventurine pulls away still, enough to admire the red marks of teeth and the alluring flowing of blood through broken skin. it's an unusual and unique look in his eyes - utter adoration, something like pride blooming in his chest. he returns to plant a gentle kiss on kirma's cheek, despite all, a satisfied purring in his voice. )
You're doing so well, my cute bunny. I can't wait for everyone else to know you're mine. ( this is what we call foreshadowing.
but for an aventurine who has long lost reason to the frenzied state of his unruly mind, so taken by thoughts of longing and lust and possessiveness, it makes perfect sense, this course of action. in his mind he will cover kirma in little gifts for him to show off, bite marks and loving kisses all over, seen and unseen.
weird, too, that there's a particular, exquisite warmth in his chest. something he has not felt in so many years. something he could almost mistake for genuine happiness, for being able to have someone to call his again, and mean it.
but this isn't quite the thread for that, is it? )