lit-Another one-
And so it ended. She was doomed to wait yet again for his next cycle. How long must she wait for them to meet again? And how many times must she outlive him and watch him die?
ANOTHER ONE-
«You just have to ask, My liege, you know that».
The King looked at his Guide, not directly, like he was watching something beyond his sleek and elegant figure. He didn’t dare lay his eyes on his face, he was too afraid of what he would have seen in his hazelnut irises. The King inhaled, and slowly raised his gaze and finally locked eyes with him: determination was burning in those eyes, and he could also read some sort of pleading in them. Just as he expected. But surprisingly, there was a hint of something else: desire? Did he crave so much to completely donate himself to him? In that exact moment, he felt his throat burn even more than it had in past few days.
«You don’t have to do anything like that, there’s no need; I won’t accept the barbaric sacrifice the clergy wants to offer me. I’m not the monster they think I am, nor the cruel god they worship.»
Then he added, with a hint of melancholy in his voice, «You should know that.»
The Guide inclined lightly his head and stood up, approaching him. He then took his face in his hands, making him raise his dark blue eyes on him again. «You can’t spent another week without it, My liege, you are growing weaker day by day and right now it feels like I’m touching a brazier; your skin is literally burning. Besides, who you would feel more like touching: me, or the young maidens those degenerates think you would appreciate?» The King snorted, in disgust. «I don’t think I need to answer that. But I don’t need no one, least of all you, to do something like that for me. I didn’t ask for this body, I didn’t ask for these powers, I didn’t ask for… these needs.» Again that hint of melancholy in his voice, couldn’t control it either this time. He saw his Guide’s olive-skinned thin face furrow with sadness. He was right; the lack of “it” was making him weaker, and vulnerable. «Heavens, I’m wining like a little child; look, I just need more sleep, that’s al...»
«No.» The King opened his eyes wide in surprise; that was sudden. «You never say “no” to me, where did all the “as you command, my liege” went? And just when I need it the most.» The Guide sighed. «You made me do it. And I’ll make you listen to me this time, My liege. You’re right, you didn’t choose any of the things you mentioned; I didn’t choose some things either. But I did choose to follow you, even if my status of guide doesn’t imply that. And I chose to give you my absolute loyalty… and all my love, all my soul… and now I’m saying my flesh and blood are yours too.» The King instinctively took one of the Guide’s hands and pressed his boiling hot pale lips on it. «I’m… I’m so tired.» Still squeezing his hand, the king muttered: «What if… I can’t stop?» «You can’t kill me, my liege, did you forget that?» «It still hurts you though.» «I’ll tell you when, sounds good? Now, please, I beg you.» The King finally stood up, he was few inches shorter than the Guide, but the latter always felt loomed over when he stood in front of him. Not in a bad way, he was always his King, after all.
«Don’t beg. Do what you did before.» The Guide looked confused, and a little intimidated.
«May I beg you pardon, My liege?»
«Command me. Make me listen to you.» The King leaned even closer to him, dark deep blue abyss against gentle spring seeds. «Well, fine, if you insist. Plea… err…», the Guide cleared his throat, and looked more decisively at his King.
«Take it. Take my blood, it’s yours… Bite me.»
Smiling kindly, the King took the Guide gently by the hand and lead him towards his four-poster bed; the Guide sat without saying anything, while the King, his King, was slowly untying his silver silk shirt, uncovering his neck and chest. The Guide’s breathing became heavier as the King was getting closer.
«As you command, my Guide.»
AhEm-AnOtHeR oNe-
B shivered as A hummed softly, almost dancing to the music as they brought the tea over to the table. B clenched their hands tightly, used to keeping themselves from flinching by now.
It had been months since they started this game - since A had caught B spying on them for information, since A had figured out the information was for their main rival, C. It didn’t matter that B was a civilian - not to a supervillain. A had decided to ‘keep’ B, having them play the part of eye candy hanging off of their arm during public events, going on dates, plastering their names on the tabloids. It was shameful, scandalous to have one’s name tied to a suspected villain. It was more shameful to know that A was that suspected villain.
“You look beautiful.” B was knocked out of their thoughts, looking fearfully up at A. A’s warm smile didn’t change as they tilted their head. “Do you like the outfit I’ve bought you?”
Bought. Bought with money that had been stolen from god knows where. B looked down at their clothing, sighing softly. “It’s... It’s nice,” they admitted quietly.
Pouting, A reached a hand to cradle B’s chin, turning their head so they would look each other in the eye. “I love you, you know,” A whispered softly, their thumb caressing B’s cheek. “I truly do.”
B took a deep breath, shutting their eyes. “No, you don’t,” they growled, shaking their head and waving A’s hand away. “You’re just saying that to get me to like you. You’re a liar.”
They ignored the sigh in response, the sound of A kneeling beside them and taking B’s hand in theirs. “I do not,” they replied. “Not about this.”
As B tried to pull away, A held them fast to the chair, not letting them escape. “Your friend did good by sending you after me,” they said breathlessly. “You’re perfect. You’re lovely. You’re mine, my dearest prize.”
There was only silence in response. B shut their eyes tight, trying to ignore A, fists clenched as they tried to shut them out.
A stood up, brushing stray hair behind B’s ear. “I can prove it,” they said finally. “Anything you wish, everything that I can give, I will give it to you. All that I cherish is you, and all that I have is yours.”
B’s eyes opened slowly, and they kept their face turned away so A wouldn’t see them beginning to cry. “My freedom,” they choked out. “If that’s true, then give me my freedom.”
A hissing intake of breath accompanied the soft, gentle touch on B’s cheeks, pulling them to face A’s eyes once again. “My dear... My love,” A whispered as they pressed their foreheads together. “You have never been more free.”
And deep in their heart, as they stared tearfully into A’s eyes, B knew that it was so unfortunately true.
Another-
Person A is someone known as the most beautiful person in the land, but is safeguarded by their werewolf pack, since they’re half werewolf. But one day, a beast, Person B, actually a cursed royal, kidnaps Person A in the hopes of forcing Person A to break their curse, but Person A is far more ferocious than they’re beautiful appearance would suggest, do to being raised by werewolves, and isn’t an easy target for the beast to intimidate. But Person B is won over by Person A’s independent and wild nature, but Person A sees no reason to break the curse, as they were raised by werewolves, and so a beast isn’t much different to them.