Baptized with the perfect name, the dawning won by heart... Date: 9/29 Time: During this. Location: Royal nest Characters: Sofia Martelli Description: Sire Bond Status: Private, One-Shot, Complete.
His room was dark. With her knight and his soldiers off to fight in the name of the Queen, Sofia was overcome with a sense of nothingness. It deafened the vampire, the silence, this house a deprivation chamber.
It was torture.
The door clicked lightly behind her. Vision needing no time to adjust, chocolate eyes traveled around the room. His room. This was a new residence, but already so many memories filled the space. Ring after ring inked to skin to correct that which was damaged, countless nights asleep against his chest (and leaving a puddle of drool from her open-mouthed snoring), laughing, crying...living.
She tried to be strong. She wished she was strong. But she was still his, and if he died...
A black hole was forming in the pit of her stomach, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, out of control and sucking in her soul.
Vest unzipped, her fingertips ghosted over the now healed embrace upon her neck. Scarlet dried to her flesh, it had trailed down her collarbone and over the swell of her breast. The mingled essence was fire on her skin, her heart and her body aching and yet numb. Pressed to the door, her body slid, elbow resting on her knees and hands lacing into her hair. "Fuck you, Guillaume." A pause. "Fuck. You!"
Realizing then that there was dampness upon her palm, she pulled her hand back and stared at the glisten upon it. She was crying. Bound and yet apart, she cursed the connection that they shared and closed her eyes tight as if to will herself to him.
Astral projection, or transportation. It didn't matter. All that mattered was...
The vampire lurched forward, fire ripping through her, burning, burning, burning....
Black.
Nails pressing into the carpeting, claws pulled until she managed to drag herself into the bed. Collapsing into a heap onto her side and curling into herself, Sofia pulled his pillow into an embrace. Face burying into the down and silk, Sofia wept.