Disclaimer: See, there's this god that walks around on earth, and this god, he owns 'em all. Bow down to the great Joss! Ya'know, 'cause I'm just a lowly fan who likes to sneak in and borrow the characters; Hey, I promised to return 'em, eventually.
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that I don't really know when or where, but it's interpretive. Basically, you can pick any outcome you want, that's the fun of the things I think up at like 6pm on a Saturday while listening to Nauti's absolutely wonderful band, Jezebel Red (new addiction anyone?) and being generally reflective.
Summary: Whispers it against her skin, delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting. A dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.
Rated: PG-13
Date Started/Finished: February 14th 2004
Broken Goddess
By ~Delenn~
Her wings are gone and she doesn't know how she lost them or where. All she knows is that the shimmering beacons of light that made everything good and right are gone.
And she's drowning. There's darkness everywhere. It's cold and harsh and she can't seem to open her eyes to the light again.
Not alone, whispered in her head.
He's there with her, drowning with her. Hard as steel but reassuringly voice, soft as silk, tempting as sin.
She doesn't know if he's pulling her upwards or down, deeper, but either way, he's got her, and all she can do is cling to him.
And now she knows. They're in a dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.
Her, she's broken. Oh. What's wrong with her? She doesn't know.
He does though. Whispers it against her skin, whispering how the goddess fell down to the demon plane, how she broke, and how he's got her now.
Is that good or bad? She can't remember. All she knows is that the things he's doing to her are evil and wrong and they feel so deliciously good.
Suddenly she doesn't care where she lost her wings.
Doesn't care that he's black and white all mixed up while she's golden and pure. Doesn't care that someone is being used here.
Purity was over-rated.
His words caress her mind while his hands caress her body. Reverent but bruising.
She's with him now, no escape, no light, just the darkness and he's broken too. Everyone down here is.
And maybe he'll break her a little more so that she fits in right and proper.
It hurts so. White-hot pain of just being with him, of how wrong it is, how wrong she is, how broken.
She's never felt more alive.
They are two broken pieces, coming together. And the edges are jagged, and it hurts like hell, but in the end they fit so perfectly that you can't tell they're two separate pieces of two different puzzles.
Did she break herself, or did he crack her? She doesn't know.
Fallen goddess, come join us.
Delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting.
If she can't fly away anymore, can't get to the light, she might as well enjoy the darkness.
See the demons lurking under the surface of the night and embrace them. Embrace him.
A demon. Her demon.
She may be broken, but he's hers, broken or not.
Whispers it against her skin, delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting.
She's falling, falling, the broken goddess. Yet, he's there to catch her in his steel grip, hard but soft, bruising but loving.
A dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.
The End
Author's Notes: What can I say; I have no idea where these story ideas come from. Uh, let's see, this is shortish, finished, and all I can say is that I don't really know when or where, but it's interpretive. Basically, you can pick any outcome you want, that's the fun of the things I think up at like 6pm on a Saturday while listening to Nauti's absolutely wonderful band, Jezebel Red (new addiction anyone?) and being generally reflective.
Summary: Whispers it against her skin, delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting. A dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.
Rated: PG-13
Date Started/Finished: February 14th 2004
By ~Delenn~
Her wings are gone and she doesn't know how she lost them or where. All she knows is that the shimmering beacons of light that made everything good and right are gone.
And she's drowning. There's darkness everywhere. It's cold and harsh and she can't seem to open her eyes to the light again.
Not alone, whispered in her head.
He's there with her, drowning with her. Hard as steel but reassuringly voice, soft as silk, tempting as sin.
She doesn't know if he's pulling her upwards or down, deeper, but either way, he's got her, and all she can do is cling to him.
And now she knows. They're in a dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.
Her, she's broken. Oh. What's wrong with her? She doesn't know.
He does though. Whispers it against her skin, whispering how the goddess fell down to the demon plane, how she broke, and how he's got her now.
Is that good or bad? She can't remember. All she knows is that the things he's doing to her are evil and wrong and they feel so deliciously good.
Suddenly she doesn't care where she lost her wings.
Doesn't care that he's black and white all mixed up while she's golden and pure. Doesn't care that someone is being used here.
Purity was over-rated.
His words caress her mind while his hands caress her body. Reverent but bruising.
She's with him now, no escape, no light, just the darkness and he's broken too. Everyone down here is.
And maybe he'll break her a little more so that she fits in right and proper.
It hurts so. White-hot pain of just being with him, of how wrong it is, how wrong she is, how broken.
She's never felt more alive.
They are two broken pieces, coming together. And the edges are jagged, and it hurts like hell, but in the end they fit so perfectly that you can't tell they're two separate pieces of two different puzzles.
Did she break herself, or did he crack her? She doesn't know.
Fallen goddess, come join us.
Delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting.
If she can't fly away anymore, can't get to the light, she might as well enjoy the darkness.
See the demons lurking under the surface of the night and embrace them. Embrace him.
A demon. Her demon.
She may be broken, but he's hers, broken or not.
Whispers it against her skin, delicious, intoxicating, sinful, inviting.
She's falling, falling, the broken goddess. Yet, he's there to catch her in his steel grip, hard but soft, bruising but loving.
A dark abyss for the demon and his broken goddess to reside.