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And he too is the one…………..The sacrifice and the scent of sweet death became the obsession, and had taken him on a journey upon the crest of its intoxication. Desmond regained a certain amount of consciousness long enough to pull himself to the wingback chair, he sat back deep into its cushion and began to fight the many clutching hands which tried in vain to pull him back into the recesses of the dark domain. His black eyes looked contemplatively into a void of dim light and shadows, as the deep furrows along his forehead became somewhat relaxed and not so prominent. "It has taken what small shred of humanity that remained within this beating heart……………and devoured the complexity of its innocence." He whispered the words slowly, and then closed his eyes, trying desperately to find a fragment of a dream passed. Something he could hold without destroying, something he could love before killing………Before tearing the heart and soul apart, and creating the offering to the oblique shadows of deaths dominion. The crisp white sheets clung to her naked form as sleeping eyes awoke from a seemingly endless night, the fragrant smell of warm flesh permeated his senses…………The blood within moving like an aria of creation through blue veins, just visible under pale white skin. He pulled the coverlet slowly over and across her pink nipples, discovering their delicate surface taught and erect………..Waiting for soft warm caresses. He whispered in her ear, the gentle sounds of awakening, and of the distant horizons, waiting for their return to the harbinger of souls lost. "My angel………………..Come with me, to the place of dark dreams, back to the fields of our eternal sanctum." His lips brushed against hers as he enticed her with his words……………He found himself becoming slowly immersed into her soul, gently pulling it towards him in a loving embrace. Her thighs opened to him……………….Offering him her body and her soul, without hesitation, he then took her by hands and they both slipped silently through the gate of the dominion. Desmond laid his hands across the arms of the chair and stood, his legs shook as he made his way across the library to the door that opened to his bedchamber; he pulled a bottle of laudanum from the wardrobe and walked slowly towards the bathroom. He looked at his reflection for a moment………"Holy shit." Then stuck his head under the cold running water……………. |