To Taste Hell
The Twelve Tests series
Part one, "To Taste Hell"
Pairing: DM/BB
This is a double drabble to test and see how much I can pare a short-short before it becomes unreadable. Do give feedback. It hardly fits the rest of the series, don't be bothered by that. More of a cathartic mindfuck than anything else. Oh, and this is a fairly disturbing little scene, so if that's not your cuppa, stay clear.
He settles by the fire, wrapped in her velvet. He stinks of sin and old agony. The robe, dyed in new crimson, paints blood ribbons on his skin. A tourniquet of pale chaos disorders mood, disintegrates thought.
She gathers her black hair up in a clypeate twist. Black sheets drenched and rubbery. Her naked skin wears scarlet patterns like feral tattoos. Full, radiant lips part for sadistic laughter. Her treble glissandos with post-coital swoon. He watches her bend to kiss the dead lips of that other girl.
She parts her legs again. Indulgent laughter. The swan-white of her throat deluged in carnal shadow. He sees the memento-mori of her Mark at the bruise-blue hollow of her inner thigh. Near the striped cave of her (his?) inner darkness.
Disgust's icy knife breaks inside. His mouth full of salt and her madness. A rainbow razor of dawn-light paints the crest from his window upon her. Possession tattoo. He'd choke on the laughter.
Hell-shadows climb the soot-stained snow-color of marble. Red upon his almost-ivory hair. A fallen angel, damned in Gothic white. Burning wheels of silver hate.
"Hell will melt us both down to black bones, my love."
"Love, Bella? What is that?"
Part one, "To Taste Hell"
Pairing: DM/BB
This is a double drabble to test and see how much I can pare a short-short before it becomes unreadable. Do give feedback. It hardly fits the rest of the series, don't be bothered by that. More of a cathartic mindfuck than anything else. Oh, and this is a fairly disturbing little scene, so if that's not your cuppa, stay clear.
He settles by the fire, wrapped in her velvet. He stinks of sin and old agony. The robe, dyed in new crimson, paints blood ribbons on his skin. A tourniquet of pale chaos disorders mood, disintegrates thought.
She gathers her black hair up in a clypeate twist. Black sheets drenched and rubbery. Her naked skin wears scarlet patterns like feral tattoos. Full, radiant lips part for sadistic laughter. Her treble glissandos with post-coital swoon. He watches her bend to kiss the dead lips of that other girl.
She parts her legs again. Indulgent laughter. The swan-white of her throat deluged in carnal shadow. He sees the memento-mori of her Mark at the bruise-blue hollow of her inner thigh. Near the striped cave of her (his?) inner darkness.
Disgust's icy knife breaks inside. His mouth full of salt and her madness. A rainbow razor of dawn-light paints the crest from his window upon her. Possession tattoo. He'd choke on the laughter.
Hell-shadows climb the soot-stained snow-color of marble. Red upon his almost-ivory hair. A fallen angel, damned in Gothic white. Burning wheels of silver hate.
"Hell will melt us both down to black bones, my love."
"Love, Bella? What is that?"