calren & amilía 》little lies & empty promises
Story: RPG Storyverse (relationship & situation are generally canon, scene might not be)
Genre: idk man
Rating: 18+
Characters: Calren & fool_with_dream's Amilía
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Kidnapper/victim relationship; kissing, touching, general physical intimacy; biting; mentions of captivity/kidnapping, torture, delusions, fawn trauma response
Author's Note: No comment, just delicious kidnapper/victim ship content <3 Enjoy!
a lying kiss
Amilía’s kisses taste like little lies and empty promises; they always have.
Her lips are so soft against his, her hands feel so gentle pulling him closer by the back of his neck, it’s kind of hard to believe she’s still the same person she was when he first met her. The same person who made every second he spent awake a living hell for months on end. But she is; Calren knows she is, knows all too well every time they break apart to look at each other for a lingering moment and he gets that jittery feeling in his stomach again, more fear than excitement, more Will you kill me today? than Please kiss me again.
Promise me you’ll stay, she whispered last night, still half-asleep, sobbing against his chest. Don’t leave me alone like everyone else did.
They both know he can’t promise that. But he can’t speak, either, so he didn’t really have to lie. He just said nothing, as always, and held her in his arms until she drifted back into her usual troubled sleep. This morning, she either didn't remember or decided to act like nothing happened.
»I can't wait till we arrive«, she murmurs against his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, teeth catching a bit of skin, just sharp enough to make him gasp. »We'll have it good there, you know?« She throws her head back, releasing an unusually giddy laugh, then grabs his chin and turns his face towards her, forcing eye contact. »No old memories haunting us anymore, Cal. Just us, our new place, and a wonderfully empty slate.«
You're delusional. It's a truth he would never dare to speak, even if he could. A knee-jerk response he has learned to catch long before it shows on his face, for hiding it from her - locking it away where she can’t see, so far deep down it never reaches his traitorous eyes - has proven to be the safest option. He can't risk putting another dent in the dizzyingly tall tower of stacked-up delusions that keeps Amilía going; not if he doesn't want his chances of surviving her to crumble along with it.
Instead, he nods, and a soft smile plays on his lips, almost as if he were blissfully oblivious to the fact that both of their lives are way too messed up for another move to fix everything. He tightens his grip on her waist as he catches her lower lip between his, kisses her like he means it - like they’re truly lovers, not just desperate souls seeking shelter in this chaotic charade of a relationship out of pure self-preservation. A loving kiss, a gentle smile, a gesture of passion -
They're all wordless lies, feeding right into the delusions that are keeping both of them alive right now.
(Sometimes, Calren wonders if it's his kiss that tastes so rotten, not hers.)
Genre: idk man
Rating: 18+
Characters: Calren & fool_with_dream's Amilía
Prompt: from this fucked up kissing meme
CN: Kidnapper/victim relationship; kissing, touching, general physical intimacy; biting; mentions of captivity/kidnapping, torture, delusions, fawn trauma response
Author's Note: No comment, just delicious kidnapper/victim ship content <3 Enjoy!
a lying kiss
Amilía’s kisses taste like little lies and empty promises; they always have.
Her lips are so soft against his, her hands feel so gentle pulling him closer by the back of his neck, it’s kind of hard to believe she’s still the same person she was when he first met her. The same person who made every second he spent awake a living hell for months on end. But she is; Calren knows she is, knows all too well every time they break apart to look at each other for a lingering moment and he gets that jittery feeling in his stomach again, more fear than excitement, more Will you kill me today? than Please kiss me again.
Promise me you’ll stay, she whispered last night, still half-asleep, sobbing against his chest. Don’t leave me alone like everyone else did.
They both know he can’t promise that. But he can’t speak, either, so he didn’t really have to lie. He just said nothing, as always, and held her in his arms until she drifted back into her usual troubled sleep. This morning, she either didn't remember or decided to act like nothing happened.
»I can't wait till we arrive«, she murmurs against his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, teeth catching a bit of skin, just sharp enough to make him gasp. »We'll have it good there, you know?« She throws her head back, releasing an unusually giddy laugh, then grabs his chin and turns his face towards her, forcing eye contact. »No old memories haunting us anymore, Cal. Just us, our new place, and a wonderfully empty slate.«
You're delusional. It's a truth he would never dare to speak, even if he could. A knee-jerk response he has learned to catch long before it shows on his face, for hiding it from her - locking it away where she can’t see, so far deep down it never reaches his traitorous eyes - has proven to be the safest option. He can't risk putting another dent in the dizzyingly tall tower of stacked-up delusions that keeps Amilía going; not if he doesn't want his chances of surviving her to crumble along with it.
Instead, he nods, and a soft smile plays on his lips, almost as if he were blissfully oblivious to the fact that both of their lives are way too messed up for another move to fix everything. He tightens his grip on her waist as he catches her lower lip between his, kisses her like he means it - like they’re truly lovers, not just desperate souls seeking shelter in this chaotic charade of a relationship out of pure self-preservation. A loving kiss, a gentle smile, a gesture of passion -
They're all wordless lies, feeding right into the delusions that are keeping both of them alive right now.
(Sometimes, Calren wonders if it's his kiss that tastes so rotten, not hers.)