lips so faintlyghosted over the taut flesh of her knuckles, fingers cradling her own as the hand was hoisted in proper fashion. if she had been a gentle maiden, the contact - though innocent - would have stained porcelain cheeks with a rose hue. but far too many years had passed for even a sliver of that girl to have remained. in its place DESIRE was the spark on smouldering embers, the simper on her lips inviting yet conveying a sense of danger - a WARNING among MYSTERY.
A B A N D O N A L L H O P E.
❛ goodnight to you as well, Sir Thomas.
until we meet again. ❜
odd how the universe works, tinkering away to forge destinies, paths to travel. a dangerous conquest had began to unfold, a waltz between IMPULSE & DOUBT. his HESITATION was palpable, thickening the atmosphere as if his mind drowned in a sea of endless queries. should he ? was there to be a consequence ? a man had become a child, nearly fearful of a mother’s wrath if he was to pursue what he craved, terrified to break the peel of the forbidden fruit. & like Eve she offered the apple, arms coiling round him, drawing him near to offer only a taste. lips collided, chaste at first until FERVOR grew, nails biting into his attire, eager hands grasping at her own.
against convention, her wedding gown was not the typical ivory lace. no, instead amethyst & scarlet fabrics adorned her svelte frame. wedding vows were exchanged, PASSION lacking as if it were no more than a business transaction. perhaps his vexation left a BITTER taste on his tongue knowing that she would not adopt the Sharpe name but remain her own entity. conversations became more focused on her estate & wealth, what assets would be at his disposal. the kiss that sealed the contract lingered beyond the normal quick peck she had presumed it to be, as if they were rekindling what both had been deprived of.
hardly a graze of flesh had been exchanged between them since their arrival at Allerdale Hall. he was preoccupied more often than not, absent both in presence & mind. & she grew distanced, SULLEN & RESENTFUL. a woman of rampant PASSIONS & insatiable NEEDS was caged, her marriage bed cold since the moment of their union. her previous explorations were often enlivening, blowing hot until the tides changed & she grew bored. what was strange is that she remained, wanting his attention, needing it. but as tempers ran high, the game she created was to CHASE, leaving her to storm off from his shop following a lover’s quarrel, her advances denied for yet another time. she fled from her husband knowing she had a carriage waiting, word sent days prior to be provided with such.
& as it arrived, knowing long legs were bounding after her, his voice echoing in her trail, a horse was unhitched for her to climb upon it & force it into a gallop. DOUBT twisted her guts, sickening them, uncertain that he would CARE enough to pursue her as the gates grew nearer. it was not until the horse was called to a halt by its master that she dismounted just short of her FREEDOM to continue on foot, hearing the hooves of another stomping the crimson earth. raised voices continued, his attempts to calm her futile as she ROARED, a LIONESS with gnashing teeth & claws, pushing his arms & hands from her, tearing the fabric of his sleeves in the process.
❛ don’t fucking touch me !
i’m FINISHED ! finished with this … this CHARADE !
i am your WIFE ! but you certainly do not act as my fucking husband.
don’t you dare pursue me now when i am NOTHING
but a nuisance to you there. ❜FURY raged on, continuing to push him away until he was able to lock his arms around her, her own limbs pinned to her chest. his voice in her ear attempted to tame her, to lull her back to complacency. slowly, she was guided into a kiss, tender but deepening as time passed, pausing only for breath, for fleeting moments. though fate would interrupt them once more, a spooked horse sending them staggering back, prompting Thomas to guide Grimhilde away from the manor only for a number of hours to salvage her wits.
as days passed, Lucille appeared more frayed, combative, impatient only to be calmed by her brother. & when awakened in the night, the slave in her mirror revealed the truth. all then fit into precise place. BETRAYAL stinging deep, BURNING like acid through her chest. ENRAGED, the room for which she had been housed was DESTROYED, every heirloom in pieces as he arrived at the threshold to behold her destruction. & as she played her role expertly well, feigning her fainting spell for him to rush to her, lips pressed to her forehead. a gentle sentiment that nearly forced her to vomit, almost cringing as he held her. & so she began planning the unfortunate demise of the deceitful Baronet & his overly affectionate sibling.
opportunities flitted past, each a moment where she could have slit his throat, driven a blade into his chest but each time she had hesitated. sentimentality was not commonplace for her. she felt ALIVE with him, emotion felt far greater than it had in centuries. with his sister, she grew obstinate, harsher, VENOM matching in her tone. it was the discussion of her estate that began the confrontation, twisting to focus on Thomas - the only subject that would halt her exit from the grounds of Crimson Peak. as RAGE boiled within Grimhilde, a spell spewed from her lips, dodging the cleaver as blood began to leak from Lucille’s gaze, nose, ears, coating her teeth - DARK MAGIC boiling her from the inside. MAGIC would be used once more to mend a shattered heart, to create a man & destroy a boy. once the tendrils of darkness enveloped him, they stood over the corpse, entangled, lips hinged to one another’s. Lilith found her dear Lucifer & they were to be a plague on the earth, destroying any & all who dare to cross them.
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