Disclamier: I must not tell a lie, I own nothing!
A/N: Drabble on Bellamort. My first real drabble on Bellamort. Enjoy. It's for the song challenge on xoxLewrahxox's forum. I didn't count the lyrics in the word count.
Acceptance
"And you do your best to show me love,
but you don't know what love is."
~Paramore, Emergency
He runs his cold, snakelike fingers across her supple porcelain skin. She shivers at his touch, not because s
he's afraid. The only thing that scares her is being without him.
Lust courses through his veins—the few he has. Having veins means blood must flow, and in order for blood to flow one must have a heart; a clear factor he lacks.
But she loves him; deeply, unrequitedly, and in all of her beautiful insanity. She listens intently, waiting for the words "I love you," to come." They never do. So, instead she accepts his lust; it means touch, connection.