charloft: Wednesday prompt - Hopes
In many ways, I am ordinary. Of course, I am aware of how I look and the effect that has on men; I am aware I am not the stupidest person around - even though where I am, I might as well be; but that's what happens when you mingle with beings of superhuman abilities. But I do not have a special power. No strength or beguilement or healing or speed...
Except for one thing, and that is - I love, and I am loved. Often people don't fully understand - something like that has power. And I do not mean it in some metaphorical way either - the touch of real love is the only thing that can immediately, deeply, and permanently hurt a White Court vampire. Gunshots, poison, knife wounds - what they have allows them to heal, not leaving residues or scars. Sunlight, garlic, crucifixes? Not even a problem. Touching as little as a token of true love, like a wedding band? A different story altogether. It burns. So none of them can touch me. None of them can Feed on me either, anymore.
That should be a good thing. It generally is - except for one little detail.
The man I love is a White Court vampire. So every time he tries to touch me, even as little as caressing my hair, he is in pain. His skin blisters. The scars remain. Therefore we generally avoid it, which - after how things used to be, once upon a time - is quite a deprivation.
So that is why my hope is touch.
[locked, and only applicable to the 'verse Something Wicked This Way Comes]
Twice now, this hope has seemed attainable. Twice now, once unexpectedly and once with him struggling for control, his draw to me has run through my body again, the shiver of his fingers, of his lips against mine has made me feel alive again.
I hope he learns how to make it work.
I hope the price he may have to pay is not too great, for nothing, nothing - where his kind or other preternatural beings are concerned - comes without a price tag. And that when the payment is due, we can make it and make it through and out the other side.
And I hope my touch is as welcome to him as his to me, so that whatever comes, he will not regret getting me back in return for it.