Trinity Blood: Incubus
Incubus
Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.
Character: Isaak, being creepy; Cat, being...asleep
It was a perverse sense of self-torment that kept him here; he realized that; it just didn’t matter. He spent every night in this state, concealed in the shadows where she slept, blissfully unaware of his presence. Here, finally, he could drink his fill of her beauty, cataloging every small detail - the gleam of her alabaster skin, the quiet murmuring indistinguisable sounds she made, the silken fall of her hair across her pillows. Night after night he stood for long hours in the shadows, occasionally reaching out with a trembling hand to touch her, dreaming, hoping fervently that tonight would be the night that he could touch and taste and take, perhaps finally freeing himself from her spell. But in some infinitesimal manner he betrayed his presence, enough to startle her from her sleep. And that awareness banished him, because in some odd twist of fate, he could only proceed further than mere watching if she slept, taking her innocence while deluding her into believing it all an illusion. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to brush one errant curl from her face, holding his breath. Perhaps tonight…
Spectral white musk and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage.
Character: Isaak, being creepy; Cat, being...asleep
It was a perverse sense of self-torment that kept him here; he realized that; it just didn’t matter. He spent every night in this state, concealed in the shadows where she slept, blissfully unaware of his presence. Here, finally, he could drink his fill of her beauty, cataloging every small detail - the gleam of her alabaster skin, the quiet murmuring indistinguisable sounds she made, the silken fall of her hair across her pillows. Night after night he stood for long hours in the shadows, occasionally reaching out with a trembling hand to touch her, dreaming, hoping fervently that tonight would be the night that he could touch and taste and take, perhaps finally freeing himself from her spell. But in some infinitesimal manner he betrayed his presence, enough to startle her from her sleep. And that awareness banished him, because in some odd twist of fate, he could only proceed further than mere watching if she slept, taking her innocence while deluding her into believing it all an illusion. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to brush one errant curl from her face, holding his breath. Perhaps tonight…