The Second Day Out And Already He Knew It Wouldn't Last Long. A Week At Most And He'd Be Leading Her

The second day out and already he knew it wouldn't last long. A week at most and he'd be leading her back to civilization. His worries centered around finding shelter, finding food, keeping her going.

He should have worried about the guards and dogs on their trail, the threats that neither miles nor terrain could erase. And because of that he was bound and bleeding in the snow, his oldest companion laying dead, her whines ringing in his ears as his wife bled and pleaded for his life behind him. There would be no rest now. There would be no peace.

Havelock had taken his chances and had failed. His grief was a bitter pill.

No one would ever see the marks. The bruises. They had been so pleasurable at the time. Something she hoped to get to experience again and again with the woman. Learning to love those nips and suckling lips.

It was a good thing she wore all those clothes. She didn’t want to explain. Didn’t want to name names. She wanted to forget. And to some extent, she had.

Everything that came before, the pleasure and the petting and the kisses…it all seemed like a dream. Fading fast.

What she couldn’t shake was what came after, the blonde whore’s spiteful laughter at finding them naked on the beach together, cut off in a wet gurgle. Blood dripping from Cia’s fingers. That dead crimson glow in her eyes.

She wouldn’t think about it. She would work until she passed out from exhaustion and then throw herself into work again. She would put that night firmly in the realm of dreams: ephemeral, hazy, unreal.

She would wear the bee-charm bracelet Lachesis had given her.

She would never speak to Ciara again

So there's this thing called 'love'...

… And, in fandom, everyone seems to jump right towards Eros, passionate love with sensual desire.

But there’s also Storge, familial love.

There’s Philia, the love of a friend.

And Agape, unconditional, self-sacrificing love.

Sometimes, I think we limit ourselves.

Haha :P. I was a journalist for a number of years, so I spell numbers under ten and write the numerals for more than that. It's all about perception, I suppose.

If somebody uses a number in roleplay, please write it out if it's less than a hundred. Nothing like seeing "I'm 2 years old" to make me want to forcefully propel my head through my monitor.

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