Wildest Dreams

He gave her the space to move, as needed. He wasn't going to force her to stay put if she truly needed to move, but he was serious in that she needed to rest, and in that regard, Malik waited until she was done shifting about before settling back down along side her, body used to block her away from the door, from the cradle, to give her a tiny bit of space where nothing else existed in the moment, breathing schooled to slow and steady, chest rising and falling with each breath. He had many years to be able to learn how to bring himself back from the edge of that, to return back to normal as fast as possible, even if his episodes were becoming more frequent, they were gone as fast as they came. Preparing him.

And he knew what for exactly.

Don't worry, I didn't look, he tried to calm her with, as he raised a thumb up to move her hair out of her face, skin barely brushing against her own. You bit someone, after hunting him most of the evening. Spurred on by the curse. You're getting to the age where it'll be more insistent on trying to fulfill it's purpose, killing me. Just how mine is insistent on killing you. He waited to see if she'd try to bolt, to run away, but it was time to tell her the all of it, to let her know what it would do to her over the next little bit of time. The man, he had to be an ancient elf, his blood nearly staved off the hunger for a few moments. He paused as she turned, A few at least.

Malik watched her face, as she laid that vulnerability bare before him, breath caught in his throat. My clothes and bed, only because I didn't want you to wake in a blood soaked dress, Seraphine, forgive me, if I thought it would have been easier on you to wake in that dress, soaked as you were, I would have left you in it, but, Malik hesitated as he brought the covers back up over them both, feeling the chill of the early morning rain seep into his bare chest, dark eyes searching her face yet again. Because I thought it would scar you deeper than waking like this.. It's much easier to clean up before it dries into the skin. I have your dress being cleaned too, so it's not for much longer.

He could kick himself for not being honest in that moment. But he didn't want to cultivate hope in either of them, knowing their path would be death, soon enough.

Nothing is wrong with you. You are simply cursed, Seraphine. A powerful curse, I've told you a little of it before, how our families long enough worked powerful blood magic, to try and create a perfect Archon candidate, and unfortunately cursed both blood lines to carry this thirst.. He could still smell the blood on her though, in her, pumping through her veins, carrying life throughout her body, life that had his jaw flexing, aching with need to lean down and bite. She was there, weakened again, in his grasp, laid out like a buffet before him, how easy it would be to nudge her legs apart, to climb between them and raise both over his shoulders and sink his teeth into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, to lap at the blood that would pulse from punctures in the skin. He could feel his pulse start to race, hard, before he was trying to stop the hunger from setting in any further.

We're the last of both lines, we can end it by remaining the last, carrying this curse to the grave with us, if we cannot solve it before the time comes where it takes us completely. His voice became more quite as he talked, as he fought the internal struggle between the bite, and to fuck, the two hungers twined so intensely around one another these days, he barely could tell which was which anymore. The hunger will get more intense, in the next few years. I'm not sure why it didn't completely possess you at eighteen like it did so many of those before us. Eighteen when it awakes, sometimes sixteen, that's happened in the past. Late twenties to thirty when it will try and get you to have children to perpetuate the curse, thirty to.. thirty-five when it starts to be more demanding, more insistent, harder to ignore, harder to control. I know of no one living past thirty-five with the curse. He let that settle in for her, knowing she would immediately put together the fact that he was about to be thirty-one in a couple of days. He was going to let it pass, uncelebrated.

He had a sudden, intrusive thought, of her under him, moaning like she had been in the alleyway, that he shut his eyes against, turning his head to the side as he tried to rein the curse back under control. It was that she was vulnerable, in that moment, there with him, that had it snapping so hard at the leash he carefully tried to keep it on. I'll help you. He finally got out, as he ran his tongue over the cut in his lip, the sharp sudden pain and faint coppery taste helping him focus back into the moment. I'll help you find what you need to do to help keep yours in control, through the worst of it.

@Seraphine Salvo