[ she's touching him. looking into his eyes, stroking his cheek, and saying such wonderful horrible things. she's agreeing with every cruel word out of his liar's mouth, and she means it-
and he can't bring himself to stop. even now, staring down at her beneath him, trying to drink up as much of her body as he can with his gaze still locked on hers, he can't stop talking. ]
Haha. Ha. [ even now, as his human fingers fumble at his trousers, his verminous side betrays him; he runs the back of a claw along her cheek, unspeakably gentle despite the impending reality of what he intends to do. ] Deep down, you're just an ordinary girl. Just like any other.
[ the grandest, most unbelievable lie he's ever told. nobody could ever be like her. she is his queen, his beloved, his titania. he shoves cloth down and out of the way, lines up against her-
hesitates, even now. a blushing virgin to the very end. ]
[ An ordinary girl. Oh, wouldn't that be lovely? An ordinary girl like anybody else, who gets to love and live on her own terms, without needing anybody's permission, without hating herself to death for even wanting to try. But that's so far out of her reach, even she can't dream of it. She best she can hope for is to polish herself to such a brilliant mirror shine that the end result dazzles too much for anyone to get a close look. Too distant for anyone to try and touch.
But Oberon is here. Vortigern is here. He's looking at her and touching her in all the ways nobody is allowed to do. In the one way she's wanted somebody to for as long as she can remember. ]
I won't.
[ She says it with a smile — a wonky angle to her lips, like she's telling a joke she's unsure of. And instead of saying anything else — or letting him second guess her again — she tugs him down to meet her so she can kiss him again. She's done pretending to be patient. ]
[ her lips are at his, and her fingers are at his neck and through his hair, and in a single moment he is inside her.
it's different than he'd thought. warmer. wet, in a way that should remind him of the damp mud of the woods but feels instead like the sun burning him away. when he pauses, it's solely for his own sake - a moment to collect his thoughts, and nothing more. certainly no concern for the woman beneath him.
those cold blue eyes flare, blazing with adoration hatred. ]
Disgusting. Worthless. Don't you- [ -a sharp gasp, his head gently coming down to rest against hers- ] -don't you dare think you deserve my touch.
[ a lie that is the truth. a truth that is entirely falsehood. his hips begin to move, slow little motions that only barely push past the edge of comfort. and those eyes of his remain on hers every last second - watching, worrying, wishing for her happiness. ]
[ Her breath comes shuddering out of her against his mouth. This has already been so different from every other time he's touched her before but this is something else together. She feels warm, all the way up and down her spine and she thinks — she can't believe that he thought for a second she'd regret this. She's been so, so lonely for so long and for the person who sees her to be the one making her feel like this...
She wonders if he's the same. The hesitation feels a little familiar and she lets herself wonder for just a moment if maybe— after all, she has no idea how this sort of thing works for Servants. If that's the case, then...
Is it cruel to think of him as cute right now? Her fingers stroke through his hair and her voice is low, sweet and breathy. ]
Even if I don't, I still want it. You act like you're hurting me, but it all feels so good.
[ It stings. Her bruises ache. The places he marked with his teeth are and will be tender for hours to come. But now she sees him so clearly, how could she say any of it hurts? ]
[ she likes this. she wants this. that truth suffuses her every word, bright and shining and unbearable to look at. he can't possibly understand how someone like her would want him like this-
or maybe he can understand all too well. when her fingers thread through his hair, when a dirty little human offers him everything he's ever needed and then some-
his hips roll a bit further, a bit faster - still slow, still worried. ]
Some idol you are.
[ she is so, so much more than an idol. a goddess. a myth. a queen. ]
[ Her breath rushes out in a laugh. It should be bitter but even she's surprised to hear it come out warm, shaky and bright. ]
I know. I know — [ Her voice catches and she has to pull in a sharp breath to steady it again. ] Someone like me shouldn't be an idol. That's why it's all pretend.
[ She was broken long before she ever stood on stage but that was something that could be forgiven — but nobody can forgive an idol who's filthy, who cheats on her fans. The kind who lets someone have his way with her right out on the floor of her own home then asks to be taken to bed for more.
None of them would ever forgive her. None of them would ever accept her.
But that's fine. She tips her face up towards his, close enough to feel his breath on her mouth. ]
So I won't be an idol right now. I'lljustbeyourMaster. That's fine... right?
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wonderfulhorrible things. she's agreeing with every cruel word out of his liar's mouth, and she means it-and he can't bring himself to stop. even now, staring down at her beneath him, trying to drink up as much of her body as he can with his gaze still locked on hers, he can't stop talking. ]
Haha. Ha. [ even now, as his human fingers fumble at his trousers, his verminous side betrays him; he runs the back of a claw along her cheek, unspeakably gentle despite the impending reality of what he intends to do. ] Deep down, you're just an ordinary girl. Just like any other.
[ the grandest, most unbelievable lie he's ever told. nobody could ever be like her. she is his queen, his beloved, his titania. he shoves cloth down and out of the way, lines up against her-
hesitates, even now. a blushing virgin to the very end. ]
Don't bite your tongue, you little tart.
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But Oberon is here. Vortigern is here. He's looking at her and touching her in all the ways nobody is allowed to do. In the one way she's wanted somebody to for as long as she can remember. ]
I won't.
[ She says it with a smile — a wonky angle to her lips, like she's telling a joke she's unsure of. And instead of saying anything else — or letting him second guess her again — she tugs him down to meet her so she can kiss him again. She's done pretending to be patient. ]
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it's different than he'd thought. warmer. wet, in a way that should remind him of the damp mud of the woods but feels instead like the sun burning him away. when he pauses, it's solely for his own sake - a moment to collect his thoughts, and nothing more. certainly no concern for the woman beneath him.
those cold blue eyes flare, blazing with
adorationhatred. ]Disgusting. Worthless. Don't you- [ -a sharp gasp, his head gently coming down to rest against hers- ] -don't you dare think you deserve my touch.
[ a lie that is the truth. a truth that is entirely falsehood. his hips begin to move, slow little motions that only barely push past the edge of comfort. and those eyes of his remain on hers every last second - watching, worrying, wishing for her happiness. ]
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She wonders if he's the same. The hesitation feels a little familiar and she lets herself wonder for just a moment if maybe— after all, she has no idea how this sort of thing works for Servants. If that's the case, then...
Is it cruel to think of him as cute right now? Her fingers stroke through his hair and her voice is low, sweet and breathy. ]
Even if I don't, I still want it. You act like you're hurting me, but it all feels so good.
[ It stings. Her bruises ache. The places he marked with his teeth are and will be tender for hours to come. But now she sees him so clearly, how could she say any of it hurts? ]
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[ she likes this. she wants this. that truth suffuses her every word, bright and shining and unbearable to look at. he can't possibly understand how someone like her would want him like this-
or maybe he can understand all too well. when her fingers thread through his hair, when a dirty little human offers him everything he's ever needed and then some-
his hips roll a bit further, a bit faster - still slow, still worried. ]
Some idol you are.
[ she is so, so much more than an idol. a goddess. a myth. a queen. ]
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I know. I know — [ Her voice catches and she has to pull in a sharp breath to steady it again. ] Someone like me shouldn't be an idol. That's why it's all pretend.
[ She was broken long before she ever stood on stage but that was something that could be forgiven — but nobody can forgive an idol who's filthy, who cheats on her fans. The kind who lets someone have his way with her right out on the floor of her own home then asks to be taken to bed for more.
None of them would ever forgive her. None of them would ever accept her.
But that's fine. She tips her face up towards his, close enough to feel his breath on her mouth. ]
So I won't be an idol right now. I'll just be your Master. That's fine... right?