08-27-2008, 12:41 AM
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She was still a mystery to him, even after so long now. She, in her youth and beauty and grace, was everything that the horrid man ever wanted and needed, everything and more. Somehow, in some brilliant stroke of luck, or some horrible delusion on her own part, she at least felt something of a tug for him. Hollow might never understand how or why, what exactly she saw in him, why she never seemed afraid no matter what he showed her, but he knew not to question it either. Questioning it might bring about the heart-breaking truth, that he didn't matter at all, that maybe she was frightened of him and simply going along with him so that he might spare her. He was dead now though, far from the reaches and planes that gave him any ability to harm her, and that was what kept the small hope inside him burning. Maybe she really could feel for him. The quiet sound of his name in the silence, the way that she moved against him and looked at him, all of it all at once sent a sudden quake of shudders down his spine, a sudden realization that the moment was all true, even if only a dream. There was something out there, perhaps, rewarding him for the show of humanity that he still had left in him, the well of emotions that had taken him and controlled him now, even if only for her. That, or it was all some terrible nightmare, some illusion that would make him believe that she could have been his, that she might care for him, only to wrap him up in those thoughts and bring them crashing down later by an admittance that she despised him. The sad fact was, Hollow cared for her so deeply that he was willing to risk it all. He was willing to change it all ending in eternal pain, even for the short illusion that she might care for him. That, fake or not, he would hold in his heart forever. Even before he could wrap his mind around in, the clear certainty that this what she wanted, Poe was kissing him again. He obliged quickly, returning her affections with kisses of his own, roaming hands and heaving chest. It was clear, at least in his mind and his actions, that he had every intention of exploring every part of her that he could, even as her weight led him flat against his back. His arms snaked around her in that moment, wanting to pull her down against him. She could just lay there against him, just so he could hear her breathing and hear the beating of her heart, and he would've been content forever just with that moment. |