A/N
This was written after reading ch 81 (when we find out that our girl Prissy hasn't eaten in years). It is most definitely a one-shot.
Pairings: Nothing really, just mentions of the friendship between Raki and Priscilla.
Rated: T for small internal references...just to be safe. My brain is rated higher than M you know...gotta be careful of this kind of thing.
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Hunger.
Priscilla smiled. It was an innocent smile, because in this form she only knew the feeling of pleasure to which the hunger was linked. Nothing was here to remind her of what waited at the other end of its rope. Only whispers from her true consciousness kept her sane.
The hunger built up, from her core and radiated outward . If she had been less pure minded in this form, she might have compared it to orgasm. The desperate cravings of the animal scratching inside her ribs made the warmth rise unbidden to her cheeks. She snuggled closer to the boy, no--now a man who lay beside her, which only provoked the beast to growl low and feral. Poor silly thing. But to be controlled by it was sillier, so she nuzzled Raki's shoulder again.
Priscilla knew Raki understood what it was like to be plagued by hunger. For seven straight years his empty pit grew deeper. It had a different cause but the result was the same. Being constantly on that razored edge made them work even more efficiently. Upon the shoulders built broadly by Isley she sat, while he blindly fought with her eyes. Years of trust and training had honed them to a single force. Two hungers strengthened to one.
Part of her wished for Raki to never find his Clare. Then, she could savor this prelude to true self awareness for another eighty years. At least. If she teased the creature within her that much longer she knew its release would be that much more powerful. Priscilla could dream, but she knew it was no more than that. Though Raki was always bright and smiling now, he wouldn't be if decades went by without seeing his Clare's face again. The hunger would consume him, and then she would. How lucky she was to be so much stronger.
She could feel in her bones that Raki's search grew to a close. For now, reveling in her wants was all that was left. Her shriveled, cloaked form would again bear the flesh of a purple horned goddess. Her smile would be worshiped in blood.
Through the snow, to the next town, Raki carried her sweetly. He buttoned her furs close to her face and she smiled. Held close, she could hear Raki's strong heart beating.
So close
she could almost
taste it.