Desreal: watching only goes so far; Saphira && Hypatia

Dark eyes stay fixed on Saphira as she moves, his mind numb and dull with the song so close, and small patches of sweat break out on his withers and across his flanks, his legs shaking ever so slightly as she finally stops to look at him, reaches out, touches him. He doesn’t understand this at all, and in the back corner of his mind, he is screaming. Crying out, reaching for something that didn’t seem to be there. But the creature that screams is locked away in an iron cell, with only a small slit in the door for the keeper to pass in food and water. He is a prisoner in his own mind, but even that realization is fading by the minute. Everything is about the song now, everything is about Saphira. And in a final breath before the plunge, his dark eyes show terror as he falls under.

Her words send a fresh trail of quivers skittering across his body, her soft breath tickling shell of his ear. But he doesn’t move, can’t move, doesn’t even want to move as the Siren’s muzzle trails down his throat, his skin dancing somewhere between the heat of her touch and the cold that is welling within. The song is at a rising crescendo in his mind, bursting around them as if some epic tale had just unfolded before an audience of millions. But there is no one to experience this, just the pair of them, and for that he is grateful. A shuddering breath breaks from his lips as she tears his flesh open, forever branding him for what he would be now. Again, his mind is bombarded with the song, but there is more now. She is in him, around him, the air he breathes, the very essence of himself. He would be terrified, but her hold is so strong, and instead his eyes are lit with a fierce passion as he reaches his own muzzle towards her neck only a fraction too late as she steps away. Half-lidded eyes focus on the mare as she speaks again, unconscious of the blood that dribbles from his throat.

“Of course, milady. I am yours.” The deep voice answers her song in a rush, and his muzzle dips into a bow, the blood trail tracing back on itself as his lips brush the earth at his feet. The song quiets slowly, and as it does his crest lifts again and his eyes stay fixed upon the Siren, glittering with the obsession of the deranged. He will never be the same. And he likes it.

It would pain him to know that she belongs to another, that she will have more than one like him at her disposal. It would pain him to think that she would never really love him, despite what she had just taken from him, done to him. But he does not know, and relishes in the delusion that she is just as much his as he is hers.

At least for the moment. Then Hypatia shows up, and everything goes black.

The dark eyes blink rapidly, as if clearing smoke from their startled surface. A bitter beast curls around his chest as his dark eyes fall onto Hypatia and Kail, so perfect and yet so utterly flawed. He is amazed that he ever was awed by the white beast and her cat and a fair dose of dislike swirls around his cup. In that brief moment of connection with Saphira, he has changed. It doesn’t matter that the Relic is here and has severed their bond. He has felt what the others feel, and he loves it. He understands now what it was he felt when he had rushed at Aitvaras that night, bitten her, tasted her blood on his tongue and spat those evil words at her. It was power, and somehow he had walked away from it. The dark eyes go flat as he stares at the Queen, knowing full well that she could read his thoughts, and a sadistic grin can be seen curling across his lips.

“And why should I, Hypatia? I am not your pet anymore.”

His nostrils wrinkle in disgust as the pearl mare creeps forward with the cat at her heels, and he takes a step away from her shaking his head. Your power is useless over me, Queen. Just because I live in your desert, does not give you the right to order me about. Not anymore.

And the sadistic grin grows ever wider, because he knows she will hear him. That’s what sucks about mind reading.

centurion
earth II