AN: I'm breaking all the rules. lol jk I'm a fucking slob
have this semi-Sonadow-esque garbage
"The Blackest Snow"
"I love you."
Those words have never been said by either of us, and they never will be. In our world, there's no need for such trifles. In order to get Shadow's attention, I just have to say
"Let's go upstairs"
and his eyes are on me. He always gives the same nod in reply, runs his freezing fingers over my sweaty face. Maybe to him, we're both unfeeling statues.
No, definitely.
Why am I going along with this again?
There's no time to run, even for the fastest thing alive. There's no chance to get away, even though Shadow's hardly got me in a headlock here. He handcuffed us together, and I put the key to my lips and swallowed it without persuasion. He's drawn me in like a magnet, but I've had the same effect on him. There's no breaking our mutual repulsive attraction.
Out lips brush once, then again. His arms curl around me, comfortably constricting me; as if he's not sure that I'll survive the fall down into him. He eases me down in his arms, lifting me into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. All the usual gestures in all the right places. His touch freezes and burns like dry ice. What else is new?
"Sonic,"
he whispers into my neck. I go along with it and cling to his quills, pretending for a second that it wasn't my name that was called.
As always, the delusion doesn't live long. I open my eyes once I hit the bed, acutely aware of the ice crystals forming in my brain. What was once the flame of passion is extinguished beneath his shadow. The lights go out, and I shiver in the dark, frantically rubbing at my burning wrists.
I wonder why what we're about to do is called "making love". Shouldn't it be called "making lust"? "Making hate", even? Is there a name for what we have? Are there words to describe what I feel for him or the needy, distant look in his eyes?
Is anything about this right?
I can't think about that stuff now. No time to think about that.
My eyes are frozen shut, so I let it happen. I surrender myself to him out of a desire for any kind of sensation. I can feel my body's temperature steadily dropping as we mix together. His mouth is over mine. His hands are on me, over me. I can feel him, hot enough to melt the ties that bind us, hard and relentless inside me. His warm tongue is drawing slick circles on my chest, drawing me deeper into his frozen world.
"Shadow,"
there's the name of my anchor. Steady heat. Are both of our hearts still beating?
"Ahh, Sonic,"
he hisses back to me,
"so good, so good. Just like always. You-you're perfect!"
My chest is wet and cold. I reach up, pull him closer, and my fingers fall through his fur.
He shudders and then, suddenly, finally
He melts and drags me down with him into the Earth's molten core.
"Oh, oh"
he gasps and says exactly what I expected:
"..."
My eyes are tightly squeezed shut. When I'm finally ready to open them, he's flash-frozen.
Glassy, flawless, ice-cold.
That state of being, I discover yet again, is remarkably contagious.
~End~