RP: Taste of Blood
Characters: Cho Chang.
Location: Bed.
Date: 7th of March, 2000 -- Late Evening
Status/Warning: Closed.
Summary: Cho has a nightmare, and not quite repressed memories.
Completion: Complete.
"But I... I'm just sorry for everything."
hypothermic
interesting to gauge how hoarse her voice had become. As he squatted,
she was aware not only of the
-- shaking so hard, and it hurt her bruised joints
fading into a dream. Her vision
then back into the darkness, spitting as he went. Every inch of Fenrir Greyback was
you should be thanking me. I give you so many presents, and today
Water. She tipped it greedily into her mouth,
her mind when Fenrir opened the lid; but for the calm,
she couldn’t help pushing herself further into
blur
at the edges, but still there was
"but, love, love, love i do and i have"
push herself up, and for a moment she sputtered and struggled --
knew better than to talk back -- "I don't know why I am, I just am and-- I can't help it.
levitated her gently
at waist height, so when the spell ended
he whispered, "What names?"--
don't get my hopes up
set her jaw so firmly
finding his mouth with her own, with her tongue,
tired because she
slid
only the stark taste of blood in
more than what could have been
mouth quickly found the curve
of his throat
paired with the press of
wished to be
biology was
real in the way his
action tore at the muscles in her arms, but she continued --
wouldn't make it impossible. He liked to --
could have been--
murmuring and kissing in one
movement
times and tongues
like liquid. "If you can open it,
hair hung
heavy like a tapestry
"I love you, you
weakly like birds; her muscles felt far and
smelling of peony --
if he'd given in--
a frank demeanor
too weak to fight back, and allowed herself/
gagged, bringing her hands to her mouth, &
brought them away
when the stranger began to cry. For a moment
massively fatigued
merely stood in place, as if unsure of what she was
hearing.
The last time she'd
"Please," again, and "slow"...
Tongue swirled around the perfect skin of each breast --
in the dance room
nothimis it?"
but
taste of blood permeated
fain-he-may-fancy
gone so tangled and
matted with blood and piss/
swept away by the curve of his neck. She buried
her face in it, inhaling
my dear!" Gloved fingers
eyes
reached up to tear them out but
only through association, as in:
legs made a halfhearted
movement against the floor, grim line of
Fenrir's mouth --
Very familiar, but the
tears were freezing
life may bring us.
I want to, but humor me and
hope
her body spasmed wildly at the touch of his fingers,
shattered
the darkness of blood
just under; its urgency
made her nauseous.
But Cho woke silent anyway, and the house was just as silent, large, empty. A ventricle void of blood.
There was Percy's back, his spine, never so perfect as when he slept; no chance to tense the nerves, then, unless he dreamt of hunting wolves.
Location: Bed.
Date: 7th of March, 2000 -- Late Evening
Status/Warning: Closed.
Summary: Cho has a nightmare, and not quite repressed memories.
Completion: Complete.
"But I... I'm just sorry for everything."
hypothermic
interesting to gauge how hoarse her voice had become. As he squatted,
she was aware not only of the
-- shaking so hard, and it hurt her bruised joints
fading into a dream. Her vision
then back into the darkness, spitting as he went. Every inch of Fenrir Greyback was
you should be thanking me. I give you so many presents, and today
Water. She tipped it greedily into her mouth,
her mind when Fenrir opened the lid; but for the calm,
she couldn’t help pushing herself further into
blur
at the edges, but still there was
"but, love, love, love i do and i have"
push herself up, and for a moment she sputtered and struggled --
knew better than to talk back -- "I don't know why I am, I just am and-- I can't help it.
levitated her gently
at waist height, so when the spell ended
he whispered, "What names?"--
don't get my hopes up
set her jaw so firmly
finding his mouth with her own, with her tongue,
tired because she
slid
only the stark taste of blood in
more than what could have been
mouth quickly found the curve
of his throat
paired with the press of
wished to be
biology was
real in the way his
action tore at the muscles in her arms, but she continued --
wouldn't make it impossible. He liked to --
could have been--
murmuring and kissing in one
movement
times and tongues
like liquid. "If you can open it,
hair hung
heavy like a tapestry
"I love you, you
weakly like birds; her muscles felt far and
smelling of peony --
if he'd given in--
a frank demeanor
too weak to fight back, and allowed herself/
gagged, bringing her hands to her mouth, &
brought them away
when the stranger began to cry. For a moment
massively fatigued
merely stood in place, as if unsure of what she was
hearing.
The last time she'd
"Please," again, and "slow"...
Tongue swirled around the perfect skin of each breast --
in the dance room
nothimis it?"
but
taste of blood permeated
fain-he-may-fancy
gone so tangled and
matted with blood and piss/
swept away by the curve of his neck. She buried
her face in it, inhaling
my dear!" Gloved fingers
eyes
reached up to tear them out but
only through association, as in:
legs made a halfhearted
movement against the floor, grim line of
Fenrir's mouth --
Very familiar, but the
tears were freezing
life may bring us.
I want to, but humor me and
hope
her body spasmed wildly at the touch of his fingers,
shattered
the darkness of blood
just under; its urgency
made her nauseous.
But Cho woke silent anyway, and the house was just as silent, large, empty. A ventricle void of blood.
There was Percy's back, his spine, never so perfect as when he slept; no chance to tense the nerves, then, unless he dreamt of hunting wolves.