Noctisardor Bypass [r] fevered

laurel's scream was nectar. her violence came at the cost of his own empowerment. merrick tasted her hatred as well as her desperation; he sawed his narrow scarred head back and forth back and forth back and back and back — tearing open her skin, flaying his aunt down to the muscle of her shoulder;
laurel's scream was nectar but the feel of her teeth upon his throat was a sensation. "do it," he garbled out as her jaws crushed harder and harder
do it so i can be with her again
do it and none of this would matter any longer; not laurel not indra, merrick separated from ursus and flung skyward.
he felt his own blood trickling once more through his fur;
he felt it mat and collect along his chest;
draining from punctures along his neck.
merrick wanted to scream as the cold realization dawned over him, icemelt poured atop flames; her grip was too low, only mangling his skin;
she was even fucking incompetent in this, her salvation.
the bearwolf roared and jerked from her grasp, cutting himself deeper in a necklace of slashes that would scar the same. he beat savagely at her with his own fangs now, thrusting his rangy weight against laurel;
agony starved his limbs of feeling;
blood-loss starved his throat of breath;
but he was fervently and horribly hateful now, ready to die in the recesses of this cavern if it meant too that laurel would be without breath, that they would be at an end.
aunt and nephew, clashing with the violence of a thousand years.