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his turn to go to the coast.

for once asmodeus did not immediately bay his availability. he padded along the frozen shore, breathing in the harsh reek of salt. was this where jorunn had traveled?

they had parted ways. yet she came to his mind from time to time.

enough.

the frostwraith tipped back his crown and called loudly, sending his confident voice scudding up and down the coastworld.

i couldn't resist and this got kinda big x.x

she had thought the willows had been the last time and, perhaps, she had sworn in her heart it would be the last time.

she could not play make believe with asmodeus in ancient ruins when she sought to build new upon the queendom of sapphique.

the thought of wives had danced in her heard, in her sleep. thoughts of men for nothing more than family making but oh how her heart thrummed when she thought of him. pale, fitted just for her it felt, even when he wore the perfume of many.

and so it felt proper (as much as it did cruel) for him to be here on the coast, his call clear and familiar.

she was lost to the sea breeze, drenched in the culture and saltwater of her coastal life as quick as one could be, but she rode the waves to him. a coat that once carried the debris of mountains was now clean, peppered with crystals of the sea salt, a soft dusting of sand on her underside.

she felt as if she was a new woman, but familiar to him all the same.

it would be from some sand stretch away that she gazed upon him, wondering if he might spot her or if he would await someone more vocal to heed his familiar call.

omg <3

there were women here. and men, passing through. asmodeus felt the boredom strike him and he wanted to turn away at once. perhaps he'd head into the wilderness where that golden woman had forced him to dance in her steps.

but when asmodeus wheeled about, it was with black eyes landing like weighted stones upon jorunn. 

his pale paws flexed in the sand. asmodeus stayed where he was. twice was once more than he gave anyone. three times? why was she here? 

there had been a time where the iceward had allowed himself to be tied for a time. 

there the seed of abandonment placed. but asmodeus did not draw away. he filled his gaze hungrily with the sight of how like a sea priestess she appeared. exotic. alluring.

but his gaze weighed upon her, dark like the depths of the sea.

and for a moment she considered turning away, she could easily whisk herself back to sapphique on limbs that devoured the coast with each stride. except she was anchored here, her own toes clutched at the frozen sand beneath.

there was no hurt in her heart, she knew not what lived in his own heart — and so it could not be helped that she gazed upon him with fondness and desire. woman had lived wild in her head and heart since discussing such things with erzulie but that did not halt her sensations for the wild man either.

she would not speak, but she would offer a small sound to him. a soft lulling call in her throat meant for his ears alone.

he had left with belharra and then she had left him.

asmodeus was keen never to repeat the experience. but when jorunn smoothed a sound toward him, the serpent was drawn forward inexorably. it was easier to only tangle with women in their season. his transgressions and theirs could be forgiven.

she was no less beautiful but she had become familiar. asmodeus stared at the much-kissed tilt of her head and the place where neck smoothed to shoulder.

"i'm leaving soon," he told her, lightless eyes drinking in the set of her mouth. asmodeus did not want to hurt her. he only wanted to save himself from the way her throat vibrated with that croon.

"i'm leaving soon,"

for a moment there were no words. she could not force them from herself. to spill her heart before him would be an embarrassment for them both and she had no interest in making a fool of herself. what had she been told?

"we foun' quickly we only needed men for one t'ing. mostly all were happy only to provide it."

so why did she return time and time again when her season had not yet descended upon her as much as her body taunted her with it? the answer was clear as day but she ignored it in favor of living in wonderland, in pure bliss.

finally, she breathed out softly.

where will you go next, villman?

"far."

asmodeus stepped forward at last. the way she used her words was unobtrusive. the serpent wanted to stay with her until the she-wolf's season came and he could further himself without guilt.

he needed to sever this now, whatever it was. caught feelings. the cadence of his heartbeat affected, asmodeus drew breath through his nostrils and fought against the urge to touch jorunn.

"you do the same."

go far. go her own way. asmodeus did not know what to do with the fact that they had found each other again. serendipity or a curse?

mature post? crude language, better safe than sorry <3

there it was.

hurt. fresh upon her heart because it was clear that he wanted to be far and he wanted her to be far. hurt, anger, lust. it was an ugly concoction that swirled in her gut. for him to come to her coast and sing his songs only to be told that they must go far.

he had never been hers, but she felt entitled to him all the same.

no. gaze now firm upon him.

no. you...you come to coast and sing your songs for...for — pene kvinner å knulle and-and tell me to go far?

accent flared with her emotions, words dripped with the jagged edge of a northern tongue.

have i not pleased?

it was not matter of the bodies that brought her to pointed words.

edited & marked <3

asmodeus did not know what jorunn spoke but he understood her tone. "you pleased me plenty, pet," came the low ripple of his annoyance. "but i didn't promise anything else." not his continued company. not him at her side. the serpent lived and died by the whim of each day.

it kept the ivory shell around him snug and unchipped.

"i'll leave the coast." it sang around her. asmodeus saw the trinkets of salt tangled into her pelt like talismans. "you won't hear me again."

was that all? was that it? the man pushed his paws against the sand and himself away from her. whatever she wanted, she wouldn't find it in him. he did not have it to give. he did not want to give more. a boy's selfish heart was in the snake.

up to you whether anything lands or not <3

pet.

it is another blow, painful and as jagged as claws upon flesh. and he chipped more and more at the kindness she had come with. the kindness that had been draped over her like a pelt for a newborn was ripped freshly.

by men. man after man in these cursed lands sought to strip her of joy.

erzulie had not spoken to her in such ways. rosalyn had done no such thing.

and she felt hot under the surface, an unkind ugliness that reared its head as he took it upon himself to just leave. if he wanted to go far, she would make sure he stayed far.

quick to lunge and aimed to sink teeth into his hip, as eager to mark herself upon him in one last way and chase him from the coast. jorunn — sapphique — did not need him here.

it could have been a good thing. asmodeus had fallen for the way jorunn regarded him. the way her arms had encircled him. the way she spoke to him.

there was a sharp blossom of pain along his haunches. asmodeus whirled with a snarl more questioning than a threat. blood trickled from where jorunn had clipped his flesh.

for a moment he only stared at her, unsurprised and yet shocked. and then he turned, lunging along the sand in the opposite direction.

asmodeus would run until he no longer heard jorunn behind him.

close? ;;

she had never been so bold, but here she was, teeth in his flesh in a way far different than every time before but with just as much fever.

she would give chase with sharp clicks of her teeth and when he ran far enough, she would finally give in. eyes stung with the cold air, the salt, the emotion. but she refused to weep over such a man.

they had been nothing but warm bodies to each other, any embers had not been nursed but quickly smothered out by his pointed arrival — and if she ever laid eyes upon him again, she swore to do more than place teeth in his flesh.

sapphique called her and she would yearn for the comfort of sisterhood from the women there.