shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-07 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: black butler/murder princess, pairing: faris/sebastien |
Murder Princess/Black Butler
Title: Witching Hour (nothing like the sun)
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Murder Princess/Black Butler
Pairing/characters: Faris, Sebastien
Rating: R
Warnings: blood, violence
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Faris and Sebastian with the title, "Nothing Like the Sun."
It had to have been the blood that summoned him.
She'd soaked the walls with it, after all; painted a new, macabre and luxurious color up the pillars. Her sword was coated in it, her cloak sodden. Her eyes glowed blue through the mask of blood, and she whirled fast enough that any human that close would have been decapitated.
A ragged cloak that bunched around her shoulders, clothes fit tight to the sleek, hard lines of her body. She measured him with a long, cold look, cocking her head to the side and taking in his snow white skin and blood red eyes, the impeccable black of clothing and hair. He was the sleek enfolding shadows of the night, to put it poetically. And midnight, as it was here, suited him as well as it did her.
“Did you come to die?” She asked, smiling brilliantly. Her eyes glowed in the subtle velvet night, points of gas-flame color. She was coated in blood like a cloak.
“The sacrifice and the desire.” The demon murmured—low and courtly voice, a sweeping bow. Her ribs still ached from the blow she’d taken; it had nearly slipped between and speared her heart, but she’d survived one more night on luck. She’d been careless, after all. “You have summoned me.”
Faris laughed, feeling the triumph ripple through her, incredulous. “I don’t need anyone to do my killing.” She told him, but she kept the sword out, level at his face. What challenge would he be? She wondered, and her throat went thick with longing. Would she lose? Would he? The stranger the stronger the fiercer—
“If I’ve summoned you,” she breathed, “fight me.”
He paused, seeming to consider, and then smiled like the touch of death, a ruby rich promise.
She didn’t make a sound as she leapt forward, the sword angling in—she hardly saw him move, the power was inhuman. He drew hot lines of pain down her side, a negligent blow, but the blade traced a smooth shining line through dark cloth, might even have touched flesh. “Yes.” She said, low in her throat as he touched down and smiled at her, a viciously delighted expression.
Then she lunged for him again.