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The Stilladìa sits next to her beloved, as he raises his hammer and strikes the stone, raising a burst of sparkles that shine like stars, reflected in the smooth blackness of his skin.
Again.
If such is your haste, Star of Morn,
And again.
Then then why don’t you go yourself!
She feels each strike through her body. So different from the time she used to have a skeleton. A heart.
Veins and blood.
Helias strikes once more, then stops, glancing at her, at the shadows dancing beneath the glow of her crimson eyes. Not even her pupils, bright like torches, can chase away the darkness that grows inside her.
All things considered, quite ironic.
Helias would call it a quirk of the will of the cosmos.
“I do not want to go,” she croaks, drawing her naked legs close to her chest. “It is one of the things I promised myself I would never do.”
“A promise made at another time, under different circumstances.” He sets down his hammer and with his hand still scorching-hot, cups both her cheeks, squeezing them softly, making her squeak.
A sobbing-chuckle escapes out of her pale lips.
“S-Stop it… I desire to keep some dignity in my worst moments…”
“You always keep it,” he replied, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone in that way that always made shivers spread all the way to her stomach and coil there, make her aware of her emptiness. “You always keep it.” He leans forward, capturing her lips in firm kiss, pushing her against the stone, his other hand running through her white hair, playing with her horns — she jolts — and then lowering to knead the back of her neck. “Always, always, always.”
“He—Helias,” she replies, in plight, catching his face with her much-smaller hands, and kissing him, as if she wanted to draw breath out of his gooey, slime body. “I love you.”
“Always. Always, always…” he replies, underlining each word with another kiss.
“I— I am one of the most powerful beings in this world. A word of mine can topple kingdoms. I own almost forty thousand souls to my beck and call. Heroes. Scholars. Kings and sorcerers alike. I have grown strong.”
“Your word is law,” he agrees, then with a soft grin, he rubs against her horns again, and she squirms a breathy gasp. “Almost everywhere.”
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The Stilladìa sits next to her beloved, as he raises his hammer and strikes the stone, raising a burst of sparkles that shine like stars, reflected in the smooth blackness of his skin.
Again.
If such is your haste, Star of Morn,
And again.
Then then why don’t you go yourself!
She feels each strike through her body. So different from the time she used to have a skeleton. A heart.
Veins and blood.
Helias strikes once more, then stops, glancing at her, at the shadows dancing beneath the glow of her crimson eyes. Not even her pupils, bright like torches, can chase away the darkness that grows inside her.
All things considered, quite ironic.
Helias would call it a quirk of the will of the cosmos.
“I do not want to go,” she croaks, drawing her naked legs close to her chest. “It is one of the things I promised myself I would never do.”
“A promise made at another time, under different circumstances.” He sets down his hammer and with his hand still scorching-hot, cups both her cheeks, squeezing them softly, making her squeak.
A sobbing-chuckle escapes out of her pale lips.
“S-Stop it… I desire to keep some dignity in my worst moments…”
“You always keep it,” he replied, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone in that way that always made shivers spread all the way to her stomach and coil there, make her aware of her emptiness. “You always keep it.” He leans forward, capturing her lips in firm kiss, pushing her against the stone, his other hand running through her white hair, playing with her horns — she jolts — and then lowering to knead the back of her neck. “Always, always, always.”
“He—Helias,” she replies, in plight, catching his face with her much-smaller hands, and kissing him, as if she wanted to draw breath out of his gooey, slime body. “I love you.”
“Always. Always, always…” he replies, underlining each word with another kiss.
“I— I am one of the most powerful beings in this world. A word of mine can topple kingdoms. I own almost forty thousand souls to my beck and call. Heroes. Scholars. Kings and sorcerers alike. I have grown strong.”
“Your word is law,” he agrees, then with a soft grin, he rubs against her horns again, and she squirms a breathy gasp. “Almost everywhere.”
[cont.]
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