filthy and hungry, i crawl on my belly to reach your boots. i can't go any lower, pull myself further. (there's dirt under every nail.) i just need you to tell me i've done enough. all i need is your steel wedged between my teeth.
⠀ jaime stands over a minister still﹐ shoulders stiff﹐ chest near heaving though no breath is needed here﹒ heart that beats not till roused by thirst drums wild 'gainst a ribcage long dead﹔ now yet slackening slow﹐ tapering to near ⇲
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⠀⠀𝖙humb’s tip drags across @V4MPIRIUN’s lip , flesh dressed re͟d once more . she sees it streak in the scores of his teeth , sees the trace of sla͟ughter stain his mouth . “ quenched , 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 ? ” … and how long ( … )
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⠀ silence / undone in but a whisper of her coaxing﹒ “ I've blood enough on me without your hand guiding mine to it again﹒ ” ... words fall low﹐ iron in his tone though soft it comes with a look﹔ for he cannot carve her ⇲