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i'm not running from you.
Current mood: indescribable

i wrap cold fingers into the tangle of your hair, sweet whispers mingling with desire and the thrill in the promise of pain to come. our desire reflected in steel, the dance of the edge against the taut white skin of your throat, caressing pale blue veins. tempting. needing.

bloodlust complicates the baser urges. this attraction has nothing to do with the physical, and everything to do with the shadow in another's eyes. with scars. from the trembling feeling of coming face to face with someone you can break.

the scent of prey. is there anything to make this urge human? i don't feel it, i don't feel human with my hands around someone's throat. your begging, decadent and musical, spilling like liquid down my spine in delicious waves, crawling through my bones, singing through muscles, the urge to bear down harder so strong it aches.

i hold the world in my hands; steel and your skin, a thin red ribbon, our lifeline, dripping down your skin. shudders, sighs. pressing my hands to your stripped back, thumbs along your spine, drawing them downward. i don't have to hold what stays at my feet so willingly.

leaving trails of your blood as my fingers cross the notches of your spine. bowing down.

this is not what anyone else would think it was.

there is nothing sane in bloodshed, in control, in fractured minds and black hearts and wounds that never heal, and yet there is everything logical in this decision, in blood spilt and you gasping beneath me.

it doesn't matter who. only that it's happened. only the river of experience, the honesty in action and reaction, sensations mingling in ways that would burn holes in their minds if they were faced with the same situation.

desires that send others screaming. trembling. sickened.

so simple.

so sweet.

passing soft fingertips over your closed eyelids, and wondering, wondering, if the sense of satisfaction is care or ownership. if this is how a god might feel, admiring its creature, sated and bleeding at its feet.

knowing that control for this moment is complete and sure, and that nothing in the world matters now, except the desire for more, spreading skin open and chasing demons away with red lines like exorcism on an exquisite living canvas.