I send a pestilence and plague....

[sendmyscourge]

Midnight passes again

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[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth has written an entry to Josef. It's about all she had the energy to do. She's lying on a street, pressed up against a wall, and after she's written it, she curls around her journal using her backpack as a pillow. Never mind that the streets still covered in frog guts and there's dead lice littering the sidewalks. She's too exhausted to care, wearing the same clothes she was when she left Tabitha's though she showered at dead people's houses. Just couldn't bring herself to steal their clothes

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth follows where he leads. She would have a hard time protesting much at this point. Where he leads, she will follow. Anywhere. She trusts him. She shouldn't. She should remember how he was when he was angry but she can't. She loves him.

"Mmkay. I believe you," she says softly, almost tripping once or twice as she walks. Her legs feel very heavy like lead is taped to the bottom of her sneakers. Elizabeth yawns. "Thanks for uhm... for getting me. I don't remember if I told you that yet or not."

Though she will protest when he picks her up to carry her. She'll protest and blush deeply and feel her heart racing. It's one way to wake her up fairly fast being carried in the arms of someone she's severely attracted to.

[destroytheother]

"I believe you were too busy telling me how wrong I was," Josef says, not without amusement. It's hard for him to be too somber at this point. There's a peace that comes with knowing, or at least being certain of knowing, how things are to end.

Death looming over them is surprisingly freeing, and it shows in the smile he gives her as he lifts her from the ground, tackling each set of stairs at a time.

"You don't have to thank me, Elizabeth. I know you might like to. But it isn't necessary," Josef adds as he finally makes it to his floor. His penthouse contains only the bare necessities. It's simple but classic with its dark colors and minimalistic touches. It isn't as ostentatious as one might think, knowing him and his tastes.

Josef gently sets her down on the couch and gives her A Look. "Sleep."

He plans to be there when she wakes up.

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Elizabeth smiles back at him even as much as the smile on his face makes her feel like she will faint, keel over, melt into goo in his lovely, strong arms which are literally picking her up off the ground. She's filled with this sharp, tingling feeling all over her body, and yes, her face is red as bright as a tomato. It starts to fade as he carries her. There's only so long she can keep a blush up especially when she's so exhausted. The feeling of desire and attraction, however, does not fade, not even slightly.

"Yes, it is. Not everyone would come and pick me up on the side of the road without even thinking," she says, looking around the apartment so that she's not staring at him and looking into his eyes which are so attractive and dark. They always look at her in a way that she can't exactly describe except to say that it makes her heart beat a different way for how ever long he lets himself look and how ever long she lets herself notice

[destroytheother]

Josef has never felt the need to prove himself to anybody else save for his own mother. Whether his actions are damning or not, that's left to the wolves. He answers to himself and that's enough for him.

Most of the time.

There are nights when he allows himself to touch upon what's remained behind drawers that should remain shut, nights when he regrets where he's failed and admits, if only to himself, what he desires.

Consciences and reminders of all the reasons why he should pull away live elsewhere. Nothing left to lose, that traitorous voice inside him roars, igniting his skin

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth is so overcome by emotion and by physical sensation when he touches her and kisses her back. There's no room for thought in her head which is trying to pass out, but the rest of her body feels the fire of his touch and wants more. Her heart clenches up in nerves and want and OhGodisthisreallyhappening is about the only thought she manages while his lips move from one spot to the next.

Once his mouth hits her skin, again. The thoughts all wash away, get shoved away by emotion and feeling and melting. She doesn't know what to do, where to put her hands, how to move, but her icy hand slips against his neck. She can feel his pulse beneath her palm. Fast. Pumping through her like a rhythm, timing every move, every press of his lips against her skin.

When he pulls away, she has to catch her breath, and it's a struggle. Elizabeth swallows as the feeling of fire in her body begins to fade enough to allow thought back in her mind. She can't freak out. She can't even apologize for kissing him, because he kissed her back. He did

[destroytheother]

Try as he may in the future, Josef won't forget this moment between them, or the working of his body as the vault of his wanting snaps open.

He won't forget his mouth working at the cave of her neck, feeling the steady pulse line break into a wild chaos--this is wanting, thisiswanting; his lips traveling back to hers until it's all open mouths and slow, lazy strokes, willing her to become a boneless heap against him.

You've got some heat on that stare and this bed could use a secret...

Why he stopped he will never, ever understand.

It doesn't help that she tastes every bit as sweet and desirable as he imagined. She's sixteen, you twisted fuck.His hand is still flattened against the back of her while Josef tries to keep the primal need inside him sprint free. He'll lock it up for her. The least he can do. How awful it would be if she loved him

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Elizabeth is still breathless with his hand against her back. She's still looking at his lips, marveling at the fact that seconds ago they were against hers and pressing into her with a kind of need she's never experienced felt in her direction before. It's addicting, and she wants them pressed against hers again. One more time. One last time perhaps.

She nods when he says that it won't be awkward. She believes him, not that she's entirely sure that either of them will survive long enough but that doesn't matter so much. Death is what it is. As much as she hates to think of him going, she knows that it is inevitable and if they die, it'll be their time to do so.

Elizabeth wishes she could have him, all of it before it happens though, but...

Her heart melts in her chest to hear him say that. I'd been wanting to do that for a while. She can hardly believe it but he says it with such sincerity that it's impossible not to believe him

[destroytheother]

[ooc: um...he was bugging me to be the one to do the end tag. Er. ilu?]

When Josef emerges from the bathroom a good while later, he is much more composed. Much more himself. His own desire has been locked up and stored away, and years of being disciplined into a restrained, good little soldier will help him remain this way for the rest of the night.

Elizabeth is sleeping, her features peaceful and trusting. Because he's safe and warm. Foolish, foolish girl. Foolish, foolish boy.A violent clenching takes hold of his chest. His stomach drops to his feet, and he remains glued in his spot for what seems like a very long time