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Grinning Skulls
by
Min Velora
"I love you baby..."
"Unngh... huh?"
A gentle smile lifted her lips, "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
The content moan he let out became muffled by the pillow he turned
against. Little angular shadows played along his profile as she
watched him sleep, the lilting note of a snore beginning to grow
somewhere within his throat. A scent of cigarettes and perfume clung
to the sheets tenaciously, both unwilling to relinquish the air to the
other.
Chest rising and falling, he slept without worry, a tiny smile coiled
peacefully in the corners of his mouth. No lines of worry had yet
etched themselves upon his ivory countenance, leaving him a
picturesque beauty in a land full of grizzled masculinity. Hesitation
swelled in the still night air, pulling at her fingers and her lips
until she sat up in worried confusion.
Winding her fingers deep into his hair, her eyes ran over his form yet
again, a deeply sensual action full of desire, full of thick memories
that had long since faded into neat crisscross scars. Winding her soul
deep into his hands, she felt the riveting excitement of passion and
trust against her spine like warm palms, pressing slowly up to her
throat and making her sigh softly.
The pressure moved to her throat, down across her collarbones, then
quickly to her lips though when her eyes opened there was nothing
touched to their puckered surface. Sleeping, sleeping, her lover was
fixated in a world of dreams. Awake, alive, she was fixated in a world
of dreams. Secrectively enjoying the feel of that phantom hand, she
lay herself down against the side of her darling and shut her eyes.
A hand clutched her hair, circled her lips, dipped down the slope of
her chest to press roughly at her breasts. Sore and swollen, she let
forth a little whimper and pulled away, though the fingers only
followed. Tighter they clamped, then slid smoothly back to her
twisting neck where they stayed, pinching down the throbbing arteries
and cutting off her throat.
"Baby.... wake up." her voice was low and hoarse as she gently shook
the form before her, frightened by the ferocity of her own fantasies.
Even when she opened her eyes the horrible pleasure did not cease.
More grunts of dismay followed before finally he stirred from the
depths of slumber, his eyes sore and red. "What is it?"
Panic was quickly rising, rapidly replacing the cool, dignified grace
she had been so content in just a moment ago. Helpless! Victimized!
Raped! Vile hands touching... "I- I don't know. Help me...."
Those were the only words she could manage before the grip of the
unreality tightened and tensed, dragging her down somewhere between
the world and unconsciousness. Purgatory of the mind, purge thyself of
all thine worldly impurities. Choke! Breath comes shorter, the eyes
widen like a frightened cat, the tongue swells and fills up the mouth
while the lips pucker and grimace like a fish trying to process
oxygen.
Sinking fast, she reached a hand out for him, fearing that death may
seize her before she could really explain herself, before her words
came together in a final pinnacle of affection that would once and for
all shed light on the volume of that appreciation. The world was
fading, *he* was fading, fast retreating from her reach as though she
were being pulled down a well of despair, deeper into a darkness to
which he was the only exit.
Yet, somehow, he managed to catch her, shake her free of the illusions
that were so quickly building up around her vision. "Hey! What's
wrong? Are you alright?"
Chills ran over her spine like skeletal fingers, a sordid sort of
pleasure. "I love you."
Worry was creasing his marble flesh, crumpling him like paper until
the gorgeous canvas of his features was made unsavory with woe.
Anguish drove his brows together, dug deep lines all around as he
winced. "I love you, too."
That malignant force within her was still holding fast, refusing to
release her to the world she had never quite understood to begin with.
Her last burst of freedom and energy came to this hissed request,
"Come with me."
It was obvious that the entreaty was cryptic, too simplistic for the
volumes of risk and danger that they hid. Still, he nodded in accord,
willing to lay any part of himself on whatever line presented for the
sake of her well being. Loyalty had never been so threaded in flesh,
as though the two of them had sewn their hearts together with black
ribbons and left them to grow together, graft the flesh like siamese
twins.
Slender hands reached forward to cradle his face, to give a final
caress as the world fizzled to black. Sadly, the flesh of his face
gave way and slid off just like the skin of a well cooked turkey,
though significantly less delicious. In the breadth of an instant, his
muscles had rotted away to the bone, leaving a grinning skull as her
closest confidant. Bleach white as his rarely discovered thighs, the
skull gleamed for a moment.
Knowing that he would be wherever she ended up, waiting to greet her
and comfort her startled mind as together they discovered death, she
relinquished control and fell willingly into the deep abyss of
wretched lifeless sleep. Smiling faces without skin, bodies without
proper heads, their corpses embraced with love in every limp
gesticulation.
Till death do us part? Past death are we bound.
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