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𝕥he rain has stopped . in its place , a godawful humidity that plumes the air with musk and moisture , ozone frizzing the crown of allison’s hair . despite the wet - warmth of the room , she shivers ; death has left her susceptible to a chill and there is no helping the way her bones wrack for friction . not even the dry sweater she exchanges her damp coat for alleviates her , but she does not complain . not when the mood festers as it does .
she thought he’d been angry with her . he almost always is angry with her , but then she almost always is angry with him . some days the bite to their shared words blurs together so to make her forget why they are always clawing at each other , but she rather suspects that there is no real reason anymore . maybe there never was a reason .
whatever the reason may have been is lost on her . she thought he’d been angry , but the dark to henry’s eyes is no longer borne of fury but of hunger ( i , too , understand that devouring rot to the gut . i , too , want and want and want ) . it turns over her belly the moment their gazes lock , that black - starve - heat of his attention . when he advances on her like she is prized game , her whole body suddenly loses its shiver and ignites instead with something far more tremulous .
☾ @dusmoros: are you my darling ? are you mine ?
henry speaks like a man who knows how to pray but rarely does . like a man who knows how to pray but saves it for only his most voracious of desires ( lazarus , give me your devotion and i will give you what your god never could ) . when he lifts one hand to her face , she swears she knows the touch before it comes . that burn of his fingers to her chin is intimately familiar . she feels it spread like wildfire in her chest as if he touches her there instead . his eyes are on her mouth now , but she thinks he is seeing through to her heart . ❝ you want me to be ? ❞
☾ @entheosis: [ nononono! ]
𝕥hey say when the moon goes out , the resulting darkness will be incomparable . that even when the sun dies , it will still not amount to such grief as the loss of the moon . the stars mourn , the comets slow , the planets lose their ways . life on earth will cease to understand itself ; the tides will overfill and the seasons will reverse . this is the devastation that comes from the death of the moon .
and even after all this , there will be no greater sorrow than her own loss .
❝ foolish , ❞ scolds selene to her lover , to her most reverent foe . henry’s hands are shaking , but she is kind in not calling attention to them as they hover fearfully over her cheeks . her cheeks , which streak now with tears , swell and recede with breath that requires effort . ❝ you horrible thing . you horrible , awful thing . ❞ her lips tremble , a rhythm set by the quake to his palms .
the moon is dying . suddenly , desperately , she clutches one of his wrists . ❝ my pupils . they will look for me . tell them − tell them − ❞ ichor curdles behind her teeth , smearing her tongue as silver as her pleading eyes . this is the first time he will see her truly afraid . her fingers curl against his now . ❝ and my chariot − ❞
the moon is dying . the woods around them seem to bow in lamentation already . selene releases his hand now in favor of reaching for his cheek . if he weeps , she is falling too quickly into delirium to notice . ❝ my cruel love . wait for me . wait − ❞
