Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

Tears obscured her vision, accompanied with her pupils not adjusting fast enough to the sudden darkness of the apartment room. Her breathing was dispersed, uneven patterns that induced a haunting burning sensation inside of her chest. It was just a dream a dream She was falling apart, her arms briskly gripping onto her upper torso to ensure that she stayed glued together. Im surprised Damian slept through that. Her head twisted around to gaze at the spot where he was slumbering, but he wasnt there. Instead, a pillow took his place. He wasnt even in the apartment at all. Damian? Her vocals rebounded off the enclosed room, only to announce that the four walls declared her insane. Did he leave her here intentionally? Was that kiss not enough to appease his appetite? The more the dismal thoughts penetrated, the more she doubted if she was good enough. Two robust feet planted themselves starkly on the floor just a few feet away from her, a bright red glow of light pouring into the apartment. With terror still imbued within her, she couldnt look away from the demon that stepped foot inside of the room. Was this because I said Id give hell my soul? She questioned herself, not once thinking it was Damien, as the lofty incubus treads her way. Not a single muscle nudged in effort to rise and leave. He was so tall that her head had to tilt backwards to keep her eyes fastened onto his burning orbs. The lump in her throat grew heavier, compelling her to swallow forcefully. Navaeh felt herself recoiling to the touch of his thorny fingers, but what chilled her the most was when he spoke. D-don't... don't be frightened. Why was a hellish ghoul like him talking with such concern dripping from his tongue? But the fear seeped away, that prickly touch now turning soft and gentle, comforting even. She closed her eyes and engrossed the talon-like hand that was pressed against her sweltering cheeks. By the time she opened her lids she would see Damian taking place of the demon, Samael. The once clawed hands now normal human ones. I thought you left me. She whined out, returning the embrace in a frantic demeanor. What were you doing so late at night? Concerned questions filled his ears. I didnt know where you went. I feared the worst. She swallowed down the tears that wanted to brew inside of her glossy eyes. Samael didnt scare me. He was kind to me, like you were. She reassured him, her grip not lifting as she kept him within her grasp. I dont want you to have to hide yourself from me. Ill understand, Ill learn to cope, just give me time to heal Her face buried into the dip in his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin so severely that small crescents left their mark onto him. I need you. Time progressed, Navaeh healing with the help of Damian. She was extremely lucky and grateful that he managed to slip back into her life. Of course, it was under bad terms, but nonetheless he was still here by her side. He didnt pressure her to do anything she wasnt comfortable with, even when she could see the frustration in his irises occasionally. Most days she kept to herself, huddled as the post traumatic stresses haunted her relentlessly from that fateful night. The exterior shell was beginning to dissolve away, but at an alarmingly slow rate. The night was not her friend anymore, the night terrors lingering inside of her head as soon as her eyes closed for the evening. She lost count of how many times she screamed and cried out in her sleep, feeling those invasive hands control her body. She was never weak before all of this had happened, but that occurrence broke her like a once feral stallion. Damian would be there to ease her racing mind, his eyes always ringed with circles from barley getting any sleep, or the stress of her misfortune wearing him down. What is going through your complicated mind? How she wished she didnt have to be so troublesome to him. He didnt have to tolerate her, but he did. She owed him everything she had, and still thought about giving her his soul in return. A foolish girl she was, unafraid of the consequences. When she felt up to it, she would search around Google for answers when it came to selling her soul. Damian never talked about it, despite how much she pleaded. He didnt want her to suffer after her life had ended, whenever that would be. Hopefully not soon. Not yet. She needed more time with him. From time-to-time she caught glimpses of Samael, the fear she first felt when seeing the unfamiliar face began to dwindle. She wanted to get used to seeing that face, even if it wasnt the kindest demeanor she had seen from him. That was his true self, she would remind herself. It wasnt fair that he had to lock himself away for her own benefit, and she recapped him about that. The medicine helped too, and she grew stronger. The pregnancy scare was out of the question, her wounds healed, but the scars that pitter-pattered over her flesh were constant reminders of what she went through. I hope he doesn't look at me any less because I bare these scars. She feared for no rational reason. The connection between them, for her, increased incredibly, and she pondered about that tiny flame he had presented her with a while back ago. How big is that flame now, Damian?