Thread: ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood [Kuro_Bara x Ryees]

RE ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood KuroBara x Ryees It had been a dozen years or more since Daearmuid had sat along this delicate precipice. Of course he was familiar with the killing edge, but his temperament, caste, and darkness of Jewel usually kept him calm, undisturbed, or feared well enough to not force him to this place. He was not ringed, not a pleasure slave, and not anyone's servant save perhaps the SaDiablo'sin a certain lightbut they treated him well and he was happy there. As such, he was not a regular resident of the edge, and so never had really found his own way to try and crawl back from it and had never had a Queen strong enough to do it herself. The few visits he had had to this place had resulted in a number of very displeased localities. Prince. Come back now. Daear's body pulsed dangerously, a wave of Red-mixed-with-Ebon energy thrumming out of him in all directions. The bed jostled and scooted back against the wall, scraping against the floor, while the body on the floor jumped lifelessly aside. Before he understood what he was doing, he was moving, vaulting the foot board of the bed and landing on top of Thyra on one knee, the other braced against the corner made by the bed and the wall. One arm was planted just next to her head and the other was above him, grasped around the haft of the spear jutting out of the wall. He stared down at her, eyes clouded and far off, though no less sharp in their examination of her features. Golden eyes were hazed with a mixture of hate and pain, reflecting the emerald of Thyra's own from barely a foot away. The hot breath on her face now was a decided clip more pleasant than the alcohol-stained bile of the ex-Blood's, instead soft and pleasant and faintly reminiscent of mint and citrus. Somewhere in his mind, he recognized the beauty of this girl, her age not quite so belying the body of a woman blossoming underneath. But that part of his mind was lost to him now. What are you doing? The thought came as a distant echo in a dark cave. This is the Queen you came her for...you just saved her and now this...you're an animal not a man...what would your betters say... The chain of commands that rustled through his mind gave him pause, the hand gripping the spear opening and closing as if its controller was undecided on whether or not to retrieve it. And indeed, Daear was. The war of his mind was visible on his face, all the pretense and serenity granted to him by his Court training long since lost over the edge. He knew he could not go there himself, that killing her would make him no better than those he had just erased, but his body and his mind were not one and the same. It took a strong force of will for Thyra not to cry out when the Warlord landed on top of her. She was still pinned to the bed by the thick leather straps around her wrists. The additional weight of his body above her caused her to sink just enough for the straps to bite painfully into the flesh, leaving raw red marks. His face hovered just above hers, his breath was warm but oddly pleasant though the emotions in his eyes made it difficult to focus on anything pleasant at the moment. She winced at the pain in her wrists, but couldn't bring herself to speak for the fear lancing through her body. Her whole body shivered with fear underneath him, she was certain he would kill her in an instant and her voice only seemed to push him deeper into the void. Instead she fixed her green on his golden ones and forced her shaken form to relax as much as possiblewhich proved extraordinarily difficult as her instinct of fight or flight did not have a middle ground of remaining calm, and she knew any fighting with her Craft would only be battered aside. So with her eyes on his she let go of all stoppers on her mind, opening herself to him entirely. He could feel what she felt, learn what she knew, probe her mind to her most precious memories, deepest desires, and mortal fears. Trust had been overruled by necessity, the closeness usually present to yield herself not established. Thyra did not know why, but she knew that this was her saving grace, her last attempt to calm the enraged Eyrien perched over her. Daear found himself unable to breath. Active as his mind was, he felt that give in her mind immediately. He had already been probing everything around him with mental energy it took him but a moment to accept her submission and dive within. But the moment he entered, he skidded to a mental halt. The fear and pain and desperation clinging to even this most outer reach of his mind stole away his breath, halting the motion of his lungs in his chest. He finally felt that murderous intent flee from his mind, grateful for the freedom restored to him. With that burning fury gone, though, he felt the toll of his actions on his body. And with his breath halted in his chest as it was, he felt weak. He collapsed slowly, now mindful of the beautiful woman under him. Red energy easily and carefully sliced away the leather pinning her to the bed. The arm that had been above him lowered, while the one that had braced him up above her slowly slunk under her shoulders. The other slipped around her other side, and he hugged her, breath finally returning to him. I'm here... I found you... The words came as a whisper, comforting and soothing and every other positive emotion he could make it. The same sentiment passed along his mind, still within the very surface of hers. He wanted to cling to that intimacy, feeling it as the reward for the desperation he had suffered through to find her, but knew that unjust. So he slowly and delicately retreated, leaving all but those surface emotions and memories untouched and unviolated.