37. Rage against the truth (RD) by Thayne

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Malachi has never been one to understand boundaries. When you are a creature that can cross the plains of the cosmos with a thought and can dissect people’s emotions as easily as breathing, doors and walls have little meaning. He had spent a long day resting and recharging in the Dreaming. Since awaking from the coma, he has discovered he was different. But he hasn’t had too much time to dwell on the changes because of a certain distraction; one with soft blonde hair and bright green eyes. She understood him and had never told him to go away.

This night, naturally, upon awaking his first inclination was to see her. It wasn’t until he was standing outside the bedroom of his parents did he start to question her location.

Entering the cool bedroom, he walked over to the large bed. The evening sea breeze drifted through the gauzy curtains that covered the arches, revealing orange streaked indigo skies behind. The beautiful sunset goes unnoticed by those in the bedroom. Stopping in his tracks not but five feet away from the bed, the dark haired youth had to adjust to his discovery. Uncertain and unbelieving, crimson eyes narrow as they witness daughter and father curled up together. Their intertwined bodies otherwise would be considered endearing. But Malachi felt the currents underneath: the desire, the lust. Her hands were curled comfortably near his hair, her ear positioned affectionately over his heart. His hand lay possessively on her shoulder, his head turned toward her, lips longing to kiss her hair.

Fury so sudden, so consuming hit Malachi in the chest like a fist dealt straight from the frozen waters of Styx. Animalistic rage swept away his conscious thought, all that remained was destructive wrath. Reaching forward, clawed fingers snared Jexi’s hair and yanked her free from her father’s sickening touch. In that precise moment, he slammed Thayne’s consciousness away, shoving his awareness into the Dreaming. He couldn’t deal with him now. He refused to.

A scream of alarm ripped free from Jexi’s throat. It ended abruptly the instant she was tossed on the floor. The wind knocked out of her lungs, she grabbed her stomach and tried to force air to return to her body. Deadly silence descended as quickly as Malachi upon her motionless form. She had no fight in her, her mind still lost in lustful dreams, and now her lungs screamed for breath. Malachi’s weight atop her furthered her terror, and she fought against it. Fists pummeled into his arms as he locked his hands around her throat. Only then did they lock eyes. Deep, glowing crimson eyes drawn narrow because of fury locked onto wide fearful tear-dampened, green ones. Recognition passed between the pair, and it only made her hands feebly hammer into his forearms faster. He did not let up.

Despite the savage need to destroy which hurt him, he felt her fear shift into panic. He witnessed her face change from suffocating red to deathly blue. Her heart, racing and strong, forced slower by the lack of air. It had been so strong, as was she. Jexi. So beautiful and vibrant, he was drawn to her as he was her mother. Both shared this dark side and both were possessed with a fire of life. How neither could see the connection, it pained him. It pained him, more than the thought of losing her to Thayne, to think of her gone from this world.

His fingers hesitate. Slowly they uncurl. Her throat works despite the assault and she gasps, air rushed back in to warm the cold tide of death that almost swept her away. His fingers shook as he teetered on that edge, it could still be done. But then he would be alone again. And alone was a frightening place to be. For the first time in his life, he is uncertain and afraid.

Unable to do more than breathe and watch as some of the pink returns to her lips, it seems like an eternity before her hands lift and come to rest on his. Her eyes angled sadly, as if she was trying to calm him.

His narrowed again, trying to hide the hurt.

Tears gathered on her lashes, one even spilled over, trailing down the groove beneath her temple to dampen her hair. Blinking, her eyes focus on some spot past him. Hoarse and raw, her voice finally finds her, “Papa?”

Malachi glanced up; Thayne’s hand had been dislodged by her hasty removal to the floor. It was motionless, as was he, fingers curled lifelessly toward the floor. Once more, anger threatened to kill them both as he erupted, “It is always about him!!”

He felt her try to hide her concern for her precious but unmoving Papa. Her attempt was insultingly pathetic. She wrapped her hands around his again, for he gripped her tightly, but not too tight to kill. He wanted to stop the pain, but knew he was incapable. What pathetic spell had she woven over him? She was trying to speak, her mouth gasping out the words: Leave. Away. Leave. Gazebo. He didn’t know about this Gazebo. But from her mind, he gained an image. And with the ease of the truly powerful, he took them there. A place of solitude where they could talk.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
~Marionne Williamson

Tues, Oct 11th – 10:30PM

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Moonlight glinted off pale bodies, painting them silver, while they lay locked in the throes of passion. Young lovers stealing time away from the rest of the world, deep in the shadows of a cool, spring forest night. The sweet scent of neroli hung heavily in the air, the silence of the night only stirred by the heavy panting from the couple as they neared climax. Beneath the orange blossoms, Jexi could smell their combined scents mingling with the perfumed air while she clung helplessly to him, his long, midnight hair tickled her shoulder with each powerful swing of his hips.

Malachi. Her lips parted on a sigh that contained his name.

The throb in the side of her neck almost matched the sweet tension building between her legs. Only when she felt the white-hot pierce of his fangs claim the tender flesh that pulsed for him, did the escalating ache turn into the trigger for her release. About to cry out his name in ecstasy, the spellbinding scene suddenly changed.

Gone was the peaceful, woodland setting, replaced by a flash of crimson fury so strong that a scream was ripped from her. Betrayal. Hurt. Accusations. Vehemence. She saw it all, felt it festering in his soul and fueling his rage in that second before he flung her to the floor. Jexi knew even through the fever and the lustful forces still clung to her mind and body, that a bitter jealousy gripped Malachi’s heart and twisted his world, her existence was in peril and her papa might already be dead.

She witnessed the struggle as Malachi faced his own desire to kill her.

Shit happens here.

Starting to calm, Malachi suddenly raged once more, as if he couldn’t let it go, didn’t want to let it go, wanted to experience the powerful emotions longer. The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her up against him while the other hand yanked her skirts up until his fingers could seize the pale flesh of her thigh. And his touch wasn’t kind, a rough slide up towards her hip, turning at the last moment so that his fingers slid into her warmth and the telling moisture that.

Fury boiled anew within him, “You were lusting for him!” He accused, his angelic features twisted in a masque of pure evil. Crimson eyes glowed fiercely, casting a furious light over his face.

“There is only you, Malachi.” Unafraid now, she boldly grasped his wrist and held him steady, nestled between her legs. There is no shame in her heart, only the burning need to quiet the demon within Malachi. “I was dreamin’ about you.” Her other hand stroked his cheek, the pad of her thumb worked over the stern line of his bottom lip until her green eyes finally compelled him to hear and feel the truth of her words. Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips against his. “I –“

Thurs, Oct 13th – 0:39AM

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jexi

Moonlight glinted off pale bodies, painting them silver, while they lay locked in the throes of passion. Young lovers stealing time away from the rest of the world, deep in the midnight shadows of a cool, spring forest. The sweet scent of neroli hung heavily in the air, the silence of the night only stirred by the heavy breathing coming from the couple as they neared climax. Beneath the orange blossoms, Jexi could smell their combined scents mingling with the perfumed air while she clung helplessly to him, his long, midnight hair tickled her shoulder with each powerful swing of his hips.

Malachi. Her lips parted on a sigh that contained his name.

The throb in the side of her neck almost matched the sweet tension building between her legs. Only when she felt the white-hot pierce of his fangs claim the tender flesh that pulsed for him, did the escalating ache turn into a trigger for her release. About to cry out his name in ecstasy, the bewitching scene suddenly changed.

Gone was the peaceful, woodland setting, replaced by a flash of crimson fury so strong that a scream was ripped from her. Betrayal. Hurt. Accusations. Vehemence. She saw it all, felt it festering in his soul and fueling his rage in that second before he flung her to the floor. Jexi knew even through the fever and the lustful forces still clinging to her mind and body, that a bitter jealousy gripped Malachi’s heart and twisted his world. Her existence was in peril and her papa might already be dead.

She witnessed the struggle as Malachi faced his own desire to kill her, saw the uncertainty, the fear. Felt the quivering of his fingers when he quelled the primordial instinct to put an end to what hurt him. It was a victory of sorts, Malachi, Scion and god-like in his power, was use to destroying rather than nurturing. He chose life for her. Granted, it was so that he wouldn’t be alone once more, but still, it was a beginning.

And Malachi listened to her, took her from the room, which made it easier for her to not think about her papa with his motionless body out of sight. Out now beneath the stars, the Princess of Haven didn’t have time to reflect on the uncomfortable boards beneath her because her brother hoisted her effortlessly with one hand gripping her throat and threatening to choke the life out of her once more.

Fury boiled anew within him, “You were lusting for him!” He accused, his angelic features twisted in a masque of pure evil. Crimson eyes glowed fiercely, casting a furious light over his face.

“There is only you, Malachi.” Unafraid now, she boldly grasped his wrist and held him steady, nestled between her legs. There is no shame in her heart, only the burning need to quiet the demon within Malachi. “I was dreamin’ about you.” She tried to instill as much calm into her raspy voice as she could. Her other hand stroked his cheek, the pad of her thumb worked over the stern line of his bottom lip until her green eyes finally compelled him to hear and feel the truth of her words. Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips against his. “I –“ But she won’t say those words again, she hadn’t missed the disgust that shot through him the last time she’d loosened her tongue. He thought her weak, and indeed, she was, when it came to him. Rather than continue with spoken words, she kissed him softly. It’s all she had for him.

Finally the raven-haired young man relented; cruel, probing fingers began to stroke for pleasure, taking fierce pride in knowing that it’s he that can cause her eyes to smolder like emerald fire, not that pathetic runic, Thayne. Jexibell had chosen him, not her precious papa! “Say it.” He lowered his mouth to the delicate arch of her ear, lips teasing along the satiny edge. Now he wanted to hear those words, his power over her complete. Malachi felt a weakness that had nothing to do with either fever or his earlier attack awaken in her muscles, causing her to lean heavily against him. With two fingers inside her tightness, the pad of his thumb circled lazily around her pulsing nub, enjoying how each completion resulted in a constriction around his fingers and a breathless shudder, almost nonexistent, travel throughout her.

Jexibell swallowed hard and clung to him helplessly. She tried to withhold the words but her tongue betrayed her. “I love you.” Her bruised and swollen throat made the three simple words a mere ghost of a sound but it was enough to have a triumphant smile beam across her brother’s face.

Thoughts of capturing Jexi’s confession within a crystal to torment Thayne with flirted with Malachi. Oh how rapturous it would be to break the elf’s spirit, succeed where so many others had failed! But then Jexi’s velvety sheath clenched his fingers tightly, sweet nectar warmed his flesh anew and her slender fingers dug into his shoulders, her small climax succeeded in distracting him.

Fri, Oct 14th – 10:18AM

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Malachi. Her lips parted on a sigh that contained his name.

The throb in the side of her neck almost matched the sweet tension building between her legs. Only when she felt the white-hot pierce of his fangs claim the tender flesh that pulsed for him, did the escalating ache turn into a trigger for her release. About to cry out his name in ecstasy, the bewitching scene suddenly changed.

Gone was the peaceful, woodland setting, replaced by a flash of crimson fury so strong that a scream was ripped from her. Betrayal. Hurt. Accusations. Vehemence. She saw it all, felt it festering in his soul and fueling his rage in that second before he flung her to the floor. Jexi knew even through the fever and the lustful forces still clinging to her mind and body, that a bitter jealousy gripped Malachi’s heart and twisted his world. Her existence was in peril and her papa might already be dead.

She witnessed the struggle as Malachi faced his own desire to kill her, saw the uncertainty, the fear. Felt the quivering of his fingers around her throat when he quelled the primordial instinct to put an end to what hurt him: Her. It was a victory of sorts, Malachi, Scion and god-like in his power, was use to destroying rather than nurturing. He chose life for her. Granted, it was so that he wouldn’t be alone once more, but still, it was a beginning.

And Malachi listened to her, took her from the room, which made it easier for her to not think about her papa with his motionless body out of sight. Another small victory, her brother isn’t one to care about others wishes, least of all hers. Out beneath the stars, the Princess of Haven didn’t have time to reflect on the uncomfortable boards beneath her because her brother hoisted her effortlessly then one arm snaked around her narrow waist and fingers snagged the ends of her long, pale hair.

Even though, through a tremendous force of will, Jexibell buried deep the fright she felt for her father, Malachi could still sense her concern and it infuriated him. Yanking on her hair, he forced her head back, antagonizing the burn in her throat. Hate-filled, red eyes blazed down at her while he ground out, “If you –ever- go near him again, I will kill him while you watch!”

Green eyes touched with sadness knowing he’s more than capable of carrying out that threat. Contained in the body of the young man holding her like a captive, was a spirit so old, it had forgotten its former life, if it ever had one. One so ancient and strong, he could sap the world of all life and leave it a barren husk; a chalky shell of what it is now, lush and green. So infantile in handling his new emotions, he’s almost a greater threat to the world now than when he was at one with the Scion. Her brother in flesh and blood by some strange, cruel twist of fate; an entity of immense power, Jexi won’t admit to herself that part of the attraction was that power and the sway she seemed to have over a creature so beyond her limited experience. “Malachi –“ Just whispering his name caused a flutter of awareness deep in her core. She knew she had to calm him down. Long, dark lashes lower, as if in submission. “He’s my papa an’ no threat t’ you. Would you have me leave th’ castle? My place is here, you know this. I promise na t’ fall asleep like tha’ again.” Lifting her gaze, she hopes to find compromise and acceptance.

Fury boiled anew within him, “You were lusting for him!” He accused, his angelic features twisted in a masque of pure evil. Crimson eyes glowed fiercely, casting a furious light over his face.

“There is only you, Malachi.” Unafraid now, she boldly grasped his wrist and held him steady, nestled between her legs. There is no shame in her heart, only the burning need to quiet the demon within Malachi. “I was dreamin’ about you.” She tried to instill as much calm into her raspy voice as she could. Her other hand stroked his cheek, the pad of her thumb worked over the stern line of his bottom lip until her green eyes finally compelled him to hear and feel the truth of her words. Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips against his. “I –“ But she won’t say those words again, she hadn’t missed the disgust that shot through him the last time she’d loosened her tongue. He thought her weak, and indeed, she was, when it came to him. Rather than continue with spoken words, she kissed him softly. It’s all she had for him.

Fri, Oct 21st – 9:48PM