DISCLAIMERS: I'm only toying with the characters. I'll give them back, I promise!
______________________________________MIDNIGHT ICE by Drusilla
Your eyes are open wide and faint scratches mark your cheeks, stained with the residue of tears. I look down at you. I like you this way. You're mine in these moments more than in any other, staring coldly up from your sleep, blood swelling softly in the shadows, as though time preserved it in its crimson fury. Wetness hollow in your eyes still, glistening with none of the old fire.
Your tears aren't enough.
You thought I was some sort of monster. Deliverer of death. And who told you what Death was? And who told you about Darkness? Words, my love. Only words-- gentle syllables falling to an endless depth, forever into some fantasy. Who told you then, that this is real?
Did you know what it meant to be one of us? You couldn't have imagined. Love like you couldn't imagine, stone cold in our hearts, but still abloom. A rose with thorns: is it not twice as beautiful? Stronger, softer, and more deadly than any curse. Ropes of gold to bind us, links stronger still than steel.
I hated you sometimes. Your breath so gentle against my skin. Butterflies. Flutter of false wings and the fall of a lifetime. A feeling to0 intense to be real--too like the wind and waves of rain, washing barren the roads and emptying the night sky.
I kiss your eyes shut. Cold, unyielding flesh below my lips, a purpling shade of blue. Tired there, and everywhere. Life stretches like some beast before you, so far away... so very out of reach, a shadow against a brilliant frame and just beyond your touch. My doing, I suppose. I smile and there's no response from you. You've been lying here for days. Arms outstretched, awaiting some final disaster.
I used to pause to wonder where our time went, how it fooled us like the rest. I wanted you forever. I wanted to keep you like some treasure beside me until my death. You laughed a metallic tune.
But it's over. The metal cuffs still cutting into your wrists, testimony to some brutal sacrifice, but the gashes don't bleed anymore. They're too tired, the dark splashes caking the paleness of your skin, where it used to be soft, and warm.
You're cold now. Frozen naked like midnight ice. Lost and deadly as though you weren't some dream, as though you weren't only the emblem of desire. Fire doesn't touch you like it used to. Spirit immortal, you lie there and you're a sight to behold, and twice as fatal.
Another little explosion and another bead of sorrow seeks some misery in your face. Rolling down, hesitating all the while, it gathers strength as it goes along. Gives you some life that you haven't got. Makes you seem a little more real. Your lashes dry, soft and sweeping over eyes that won't open again.
The tears are mine, love. You took them too in the end.
______________________________________END.
______________________________________MIDNIGHT ICE by Drusilla
Your eyes are open wide and faint scratches mark your cheeks, stained with the residue of tears. I look down at you. I like you this way. You're mine in these moments more than in any other, staring coldly up from your sleep, blood swelling softly in the shadows, as though time preserved it in its crimson fury. Wetness hollow in your eyes still, glistening with none of the old fire.
Your tears aren't enough.
You thought I was some sort of monster. Deliverer of death. And who told you what Death was? And who told you about Darkness? Words, my love. Only words-- gentle syllables falling to an endless depth, forever into some fantasy. Who told you then, that this is real?
Did you know what it meant to be one of us? You couldn't have imagined. Love like you couldn't imagine, stone cold in our hearts, but still abloom. A rose with thorns: is it not twice as beautiful? Stronger, softer, and more deadly than any curse. Ropes of gold to bind us, links stronger still than steel.
I hated you sometimes. Your breath so gentle against my skin. Butterflies. Flutter of false wings and the fall of a lifetime. A feeling to0 intense to be real--too like the wind and waves of rain, washing barren the roads and emptying the night sky.
I kiss your eyes shut. Cold, unyielding flesh below my lips, a purpling shade of blue. Tired there, and everywhere. Life stretches like some beast before you, so far away... so very out of reach, a shadow against a brilliant frame and just beyond your touch. My doing, I suppose. I smile and there's no response from you. You've been lying here for days. Arms outstretched, awaiting some final disaster.
I used to pause to wonder where our time went, how it fooled us like the rest. I wanted you forever. I wanted to keep you like some treasure beside me until my death. You laughed a metallic tune.
But it's over. The metal cuffs still cutting into your wrists, testimony to some brutal sacrifice, but the gashes don't bleed anymore. They're too tired, the dark splashes caking the paleness of your skin, where it used to be soft, and warm.
You're cold now. Frozen naked like midnight ice. Lost and deadly as though you weren't some dream, as though you weren't only the emblem of desire. Fire doesn't touch you like it used to. Spirit immortal, you lie there and you're a sight to behold, and twice as fatal.
Another little explosion and another bead of sorrow seeks some misery in your face. Rolling down, hesitating all the while, it gathers strength as it goes along. Gives you some life that you haven't got. Makes you seem a little more real. Your lashes dry, soft and sweeping over eyes that won't open again.
The tears are mine, love. You took them too in the end.
______________________________________END.