Post by Dantye Wright on Feb 22, 2016 4:33:23 GMT
Valentines day.
Dantye had disassociated with the numerous and individual holidays over the years, letting them pass over her without a second thought most times. Unless she found a house adorned with Christmas decorations exactly to her liking they all seemed meaningless and hollow in her opinion. Today; however, seemed to mark one of her Daddy's more gracious and doting moods which manifested itself as a little ornate box left on her bedside table. He always had something important to attend to so his absence in the Elysium was not an uncommon occurrence for her... Although he usually didn't leave parting favors on normal days of the year. It was usually her job to keep herself occupied until her company was of use to him; but she had been so well behaved recently that he saw fit to treat her to something special.. Something that would make his later plans far more exciting.
The idea of him leaving something for her should have sent up red flags in the back of her shadow-ridden psyche, but the token of his affections was enough to bring more emotion then necessary to Dantye as she squealed at the sight of his gift. It was a small wooden box, intricately carved with precious stones and metals inlaid throughout the wounds left by master artisans with precise chisels and years of experience. The container itself was a breathtaking gift on it's own; with an almost extremely expensive air and small enough for her to wear as a piece of jewelry. Judging by the chain strung through two sturdy (yet unobtrusive) holes at the top, she suspected that it was meant to be worn as a trinket after all was said and done. Yet, the words carefully penned in Finn's script caused the sensation of a rushing pulse in her ears, like reminiscence of her once fragile existence sounding in her head. Almost as if her long-dead heart had been forced violently to beat again at the sight of it.
"Snort me."
Dantye chuckled; a breathless, intimate kind of laugh at the small nod to Lewis Carol and the mysteriously labeled substances he referred to on occasion. But the twinge of humor faded from her quickly as she was consumed with a desperate longing to reach out for the box and caress it. To take hold of it with the same type of timid fervor that captures young lovers the moment before their first kiss. Subconsciously she knew what was inside the box... Maybe not exactly what it contained but the way her feigned pulse continued to roar in her ears left no doubt as to the general idea of what awaited her as soon as the sculpted metal hinges sprang open to reveal her present. There were only ever two things in this world that made her feel alive again.. And the lovingly cruel pain that Daddy inflicted on her never created false signs and hallucinations of her discarded mortality. She loved Finn with every bit of her physical being; but she was head-over-heels IN LOVE with narcotics.
Minutes passed as she stood, motionless; eyes locked on the sarcophagus enclosing her lover in guild-ed platitudes added not for their pleasing aesthetic but for the anguished waiting Finn knew it would cause her... Shiny things are so easy for tweakers to get stuck on..
The box clicked gently when Dantye finally brought herself to open it. Time stood still in her bedroom, cocooning the intimate moment of awe as the hinges locked in their widest position to grant her access to it's private interior. She made a mental note to remember exactly what it looked like; perfecting every detail down to the glint in her eyes from her bedroom light reflected in the mirrored lining that coated the bottom, sides and lid. She could see the desire carved painfully sharp into the lines of her face, every inch showcasing the longing she felt for the deceptively pure-white powder delicately clinging to the slick surface now laid bare before her. Flakes of intoxicant lined the delicate crevasses around the edges and Dantye felt her need for it slip through her lips delicately, consummating their impending union with an almost inaudible sign that never the less caused a slight swirling in the chemical snow before her.
Snow white.... Virgin glass... Ecstasy.... Lovely girl... MINE”
Words swam disjointedly through her head as she knelt slowly before her bedside table, moving each muscle and bone in her body separately to keep from disturbing it's breathtaking purity again with any unworthy particles that could possibly be present in the air around her. In one deft movement she had pulled her hair up and to one side, holding it up with her hand in the picturesque definition of glamorized drug use as she rolled her hips seductively and steadied herself. Rituals and preparations be damned; taking the time to line out and find her straw would do nothing but ruin the passion of the moment... Besides; she wanted evidence of her conquest left on her face so they could lay together in the blissful aftermath.
Dantye held her breath, forgetting again for a moment that her lungs no longer needed oxygen so a misplaced exhale couldn't cause a lovers quarrel between her and her beloved. No matter how many years passed since her embrace, this beautiful enchantress had a way of making her forget that humanity was no longer within her grasp.... Sober or not.
She closed her eyes and gave in; relinquishing every part of herself in surrender to the uncontested love of her life. Intercourse between the two of them could be divided into equal parts pain and pleasure as consent was thrown out the window and white hot agony shot like lightning from the crook of her nose to her brain; effectively drowning out anything else but their carnal knowledge of each other.
With a quiet cry she exhaled, pulling herself onto her bed quickly so she could taste her lover on the back of her throat while on her back. The concoction hit like a diesel train, all at once in an uncompromisingly freeing pain during the fraction of a second between the smell of gasoline and the drip. It cascaded over her senses in tidal waves forcing her vision to blur with bloody tears that stained the white perfection of her comforter; undeniable evidence of their union.
Dantye could almost hear Finn's dark laughter reaching across the madness network to hold her as she floated across a white sea of linens and silks, sadistically consuming the ecstasy rolling through her mind as an all consuming high almost instantaneously took hold in the aftermath of her release.
“Thank you, Daddy….”
Dantye had disassociated with the numerous and individual holidays over the years, letting them pass over her without a second thought most times. Unless she found a house adorned with Christmas decorations exactly to her liking they all seemed meaningless and hollow in her opinion. Today; however, seemed to mark one of her Daddy's more gracious and doting moods which manifested itself as a little ornate box left on her bedside table. He always had something important to attend to so his absence in the Elysium was not an uncommon occurrence for her... Although he usually didn't leave parting favors on normal days of the year. It was usually her job to keep herself occupied until her company was of use to him; but she had been so well behaved recently that he saw fit to treat her to something special.. Something that would make his later plans far more exciting.
The idea of him leaving something for her should have sent up red flags in the back of her shadow-ridden psyche, but the token of his affections was enough to bring more emotion then necessary to Dantye as she squealed at the sight of his gift. It was a small wooden box, intricately carved with precious stones and metals inlaid throughout the wounds left by master artisans with precise chisels and years of experience. The container itself was a breathtaking gift on it's own; with an almost extremely expensive air and small enough for her to wear as a piece of jewelry. Judging by the chain strung through two sturdy (yet unobtrusive) holes at the top, she suspected that it was meant to be worn as a trinket after all was said and done. Yet, the words carefully penned in Finn's script caused the sensation of a rushing pulse in her ears, like reminiscence of her once fragile existence sounding in her head. Almost as if her long-dead heart had been forced violently to beat again at the sight of it.
"Snort me."
Dantye chuckled; a breathless, intimate kind of laugh at the small nod to Lewis Carol and the mysteriously labeled substances he referred to on occasion. But the twinge of humor faded from her quickly as she was consumed with a desperate longing to reach out for the box and caress it. To take hold of it with the same type of timid fervor that captures young lovers the moment before their first kiss. Subconsciously she knew what was inside the box... Maybe not exactly what it contained but the way her feigned pulse continued to roar in her ears left no doubt as to the general idea of what awaited her as soon as the sculpted metal hinges sprang open to reveal her present. There were only ever two things in this world that made her feel alive again.. And the lovingly cruel pain that Daddy inflicted on her never created false signs and hallucinations of her discarded mortality. She loved Finn with every bit of her physical being; but she was head-over-heels IN LOVE with narcotics.
Minutes passed as she stood, motionless; eyes locked on the sarcophagus enclosing her lover in guild-ed platitudes added not for their pleasing aesthetic but for the anguished waiting Finn knew it would cause her... Shiny things are so easy for tweakers to get stuck on..
The box clicked gently when Dantye finally brought herself to open it. Time stood still in her bedroom, cocooning the intimate moment of awe as the hinges locked in their widest position to grant her access to it's private interior. She made a mental note to remember exactly what it looked like; perfecting every detail down to the glint in her eyes from her bedroom light reflected in the mirrored lining that coated the bottom, sides and lid. She could see the desire carved painfully sharp into the lines of her face, every inch showcasing the longing she felt for the deceptively pure-white powder delicately clinging to the slick surface now laid bare before her. Flakes of intoxicant lined the delicate crevasses around the edges and Dantye felt her need for it slip through her lips delicately, consummating their impending union with an almost inaudible sign that never the less caused a slight swirling in the chemical snow before her.
Snow white.... Virgin glass... Ecstasy.... Lovely girl... MINE”
Words swam disjointedly through her head as she knelt slowly before her bedside table, moving each muscle and bone in her body separately to keep from disturbing it's breathtaking purity again with any unworthy particles that could possibly be present in the air around her. In one deft movement she had pulled her hair up and to one side, holding it up with her hand in the picturesque definition of glamorized drug use as she rolled her hips seductively and steadied herself. Rituals and preparations be damned; taking the time to line out and find her straw would do nothing but ruin the passion of the moment... Besides; she wanted evidence of her conquest left on her face so they could lay together in the blissful aftermath.
Dantye held her breath, forgetting again for a moment that her lungs no longer needed oxygen so a misplaced exhale couldn't cause a lovers quarrel between her and her beloved. No matter how many years passed since her embrace, this beautiful enchantress had a way of making her forget that humanity was no longer within her grasp.... Sober or not.
She closed her eyes and gave in; relinquishing every part of herself in surrender to the uncontested love of her life. Intercourse between the two of them could be divided into equal parts pain and pleasure as consent was thrown out the window and white hot agony shot like lightning from the crook of her nose to her brain; effectively drowning out anything else but their carnal knowledge of each other.
With a quiet cry she exhaled, pulling herself onto her bed quickly so she could taste her lover on the back of her throat while on her back. The concoction hit like a diesel train, all at once in an uncompromisingly freeing pain during the fraction of a second between the smell of gasoline and the drip. It cascaded over her senses in tidal waves forcing her vision to blur with bloody tears that stained the white perfection of her comforter; undeniable evidence of their union.
Dantye could almost hear Finn's dark laughter reaching across the madness network to hold her as she floated across a white sea of linens and silks, sadistically consuming the ecstasy rolling through her mind as an all consuming high almost instantaneously took hold in the aftermath of her release.
“Thank you, Daddy….”
