~Danse Macabre -Breath
The shadows pooled low; the woman murmured inaudibly in sleep, perhaps sensing the corrupted foulness of the No-Life sinking into the gap between the chair and wall. In an instant he was at her side, hooded sultry crimson eyes taking in the form of his master's dreamless exhaustion.
"Perfect," the No-Life's voice whispered in the gloom.
The darkness settled closer to the woman's hunched form, head pillowed by gorgeous waist-length platinum tresses. A slender long-fingered hand trailed through these, an exhalation of quiet breath barely making a ripple in the deep stillness. A human gesture, a trick of deception to make it seem as though a Vampire needed to breathe.
The chest of the woman in the deepest slumber, rose and fell with the breath of life.
His was as still as a corpse's, save for the occasional imitation of it.
A Midian had no need of air for sustenance unlike a living human.
He pondered this undeniable fact as he gently caressed Integra's knuckles, feeling the warmth of her skin through the concealing fabric of the gloves. Though, he took pleasure in it, he could not wait for the night when her body was as lifeless as his own.
~Finis~
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