demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Six Feet Under)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-01-12 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Hearing a statement like that...even if it's said so casually, it drives home the point. Elijah's life won't ever be the same now.

It's a very finite thing to say too, isn't it? "You're going to be my queen"...meaning Elijah doesn't even have the option of saying no. Maybe something like that would petrify most people...especially given the fact that he's almost certain this man isn't human. But the finality of that statement actually sense a cold rush of excitement through his veins.

Maybe it's something to do with the fact that Elijah himself is so possessive of people, but the reverse is also true in some cases. Especially right now. He feels absolutely, undeniably thrilled at the idea that this..."king" saw something in Elijah that he liked...enough to take Elijah for himself, without even taking no for an answer. That someone, presumably in a position of power, wants him for a companion. And a companion that he'd want by his side for a long time, given what he'd said...

A shaky breath slips out from his lips, but it's not one of fear...and his eyes widen- practically shining with intrigue by now.]


Your...queen...?

[His voice is softer too- quivering slightly- but it should still be obvious enough that it's not because he's bothered by the idea. Not at all. Even the title of "queen" might bother some men, but not him...Not when it's said like that to him.

Without even realizing it, Elijah's body drifts towards the other- very slightly leaning over towards him. Like he's once again subconsciously asking for the other to touch him. If he's going to take Elijah, then he should do it.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Good Night & Good Morning)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-04-12 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The hand on his cheek is already enough to get Elijah's heart racing faster again...And the fact that it does feel like the other man isn't used to it- that just makes him all the more interested. Because if this isn't something this king's used to, that must mean Elijah's at least one of, if not the first person he's tried this on...and that's a thought he likes quite a lot too.

He sees the kiss coming, naturally, as their lips get closer and closer...but no matter that fact, it does nothing to prepare him for it. The moment they touch, Elijah feels a violent shiver pass through him, and he lets his eyes close...drinking in that small sample of what could be his. The more this man gives him, the more Elijah wants...and even as he pulls away again, it feels almost like some form of torture. Of course he's eager...eager for more of all of this. The other's question on it actually makes him chuckle a little in turn.]


So do you.

[After all, it was this other man who approached him first...then declared Elijah his queen, and now kissed him. And it's not as if Elijah was doing anything to deter him- he'd been encouraging him, if anything. But he hadn't come out into the woods in search of anything like this, that's for sure.

Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't interested. Honestly, he couldn't imagine turning down an opportunity like this- even if it means throwing away...well, much of everything that's familiar and comfortable in his life. It doesn't feel like such a hard decision though...he knows that even if he lived, and left the forest, he would regret turning away from this for the rest of his life.]


Is it really so strange if I feel the same way?

[When neither of them have never met before now.]
demonbound: <user name=devilism> (Here We Are)

[personal profile] demonbound 2017-06-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[As much as it'd seemed obvious already...that statement about humans fearing the unknown- referring to them as if they're the "other" in this case...it really seems to be the first thing to drive home a confirmation that this being in front of him is most definitely not human. Of course, there's even more afterwards...the shimmering light...and then the flash of those antlers. No matter how easily someone could chalk that up to a trick of the light, Elijah knows they were real. It's something that seems to go beyond even instinct- like there's not any room for doubt.

His heart beats faster in his chest than it has since the man first walked up to him...like the brief sight of those antlers ignited an even stronger feeling inside of him. He stares up at the space where they'd been a few moments longer- like he's unwilling to miss a chance at a second glimpse. His lips are parted very slightly, and his eyes stay open wide- the light from the forest itself reflected in them now. A part of him almost wants to reach out...to touch the space where the antlers had been. But his body feels frozen after that and for the time being, his hands stay where they are.

Still, there's no question whether it's eagerness or fear on his face...it's plainly written there for the other to see. But that makes it easy to give an answer too- even as another breath shudders out of his mouth.]


Elijah...

[There're always stories...about names holding power. Even if they were always folklore, it feels like right now...it might hold a little more weight. Whether that's true or not, he still doesn't feel fear from handing his over so easily...Maybe in part because he can't help but wonder...can't help but desperately want...need to hear the way his name sounds when it's said in the other's voice.

And yet, some small, defiant part of Elijah had almost wanted to wait and ask for the man's. The part of him that doesn't like being ordered around...But this is one of the few times he'll compromise somewhat. Even if that doesn't necessarily make him a docile little lamb either.]


Will I get to hear yours, too?