Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

no prob, they don't all have to be novels <3 pp is fine, so long as he don't die i'm cool (: #fightclub

Fear was a cruel mistress, Cicero had learned that better than anyone over the past weeks. Perhaps he asked her to attack him because he needed to feel the pain, to know that he was alive, to keep Sheogorath at bay. Perhaps it was because he wanted to help her, make her feel better, give her back whatever was taken from her. Perhaps it was because he, himself, wished that he could attack someone, fight, just fight and throw himself at his instincts. Control. Adrenaline. No more fear.

Her teeth clashed with his neck, and he allowed it, drawing blood nearly immediately. Her attack was fiercer than he thought, more proof that fear did funny things with the mind. Yet he was not afraid, and it made him feel in control. He did not realise just how very alike Sheogorath's meeting with the white wolf this was, this moment wherein Cicero felt in control because he made someone else harm him.

Yet her victory and control would not come for free (such a hollow victory it would be for her were he to make himself limp and allow her to have her way with him, after all), and when blood came free from his neck, Cicero started to squirm to get free and snapped his head towards her to try and grab what he could — anything would do — and sink his teeth in with no remorse; to make her feel what, exactly, was so great about just feeling you were alive because of the pain and the adrenaline flowing through your body. And perhaps so that, when eventually she would relinquish control, her victory would be all the greater, and maybe he could return a little part of what was taken from her, in some way or another.