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...Monday tomorrow. Time to return to the chopping board that is ADMU education. I no longer have the drive to study. >_>
Oh yeah. Here's an excerpt of
Endtimes, Chapter 59. Can you believe that I've got less than five chapters to go?
For the uneducated: Visceral Love, the snippet I posted before, was for my science fiction project, which actually has nothing to do with Endtimes. ^___^ If you're wondering whether I'll be writing more for it, I will be. When Endtimes is done. o_o
Anyway. More H-whoring on the way.
When the temple had still been in use, the room that they were in had been the place that they had kept the prayer fires burning. It’s walls were adorned with motifs of the spirit that the shrine had been built to worship, a beautiful creature of the storms adorned with crow feathers upon her robes and within her hair. Now, the room was put to a reverence of a different sort, though the center of adoration was one in the same, even after all those years.
Hikaru lay back against the cushions and silk sheets of the bed with the back of his forearm thrown over his eyes as he sought to calm his own breathing. Marrigan was a shockingly warm weight on his right; she was probably watching him now with that same trademark blankness in her eyes. It was something that she was known for.
“Did I wear you out?”
“Maybe.”
Marrigan said nothing to this. A rustle of sheets, and she was hovering over him, looking on as Hikaru shifted his arm away and smiled at her. Pain that he would never admit to being in was buried deep in his violet eyes… it was well hidden, as always. The only reason why she could see it was because she had experienced a side of Zangyaku’s young leader that not many others could get close to.
Pushing that thought farthest from her mind, the shadow vampire reached down, gliding feather-soft fingers across her lover’s hot, lacerated skin. She stopped near his shoulders, where the scars from his back had expanded to start gouging its claws on the rest of his body. When her fingers grazed across the new cuts, she heard the breath catch in Hikaru’s throat, and she knew then that it was still too fresh for comfort. She withdrew, replacing her touch with the closeness of her body as an apology.
“I had hoped to make you forget about that,” she murmured then into the crook of his neck, “if only for a little while.”
Hikaru’s response was a tired laugh. His hand slid downward to the middle of her back as though it belonged there.
“It was a good try.”
“I know.”
The wounds are expanding.
Even now, despite everything, it was not a comforting thought.
That's the non-spoiler version. Should've posted more, but then I'd be cheating myself for all the lazy Endtimes readers among you, ne? ^___^![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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aawts. <_<
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Mwah.
I <3 you, anyway. :D