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badcompany_muse: Lust.]
She was unattainable.
Regardless of the fact that she was standing there in front of him now, what would have been deemed an invitation for him to reach out and touch on her lips, he couldn’t even begin to know where he deserved to accept the offer. What he had done in order to prove himself worthy of this by any means. She was the one who opened his eyes, all their eyes, that there was something else that they could strive for, urges they could give into without needing to feel guilt or shame. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to know the rush of pleasure that came with the feeling of blood between his fingers. It was wrong, yes. But it sent a thrill down his spine that few other things could.
There was no denying that he wanted her. This was one of those things, one of those thrills—a motivation to reach out and touch, something he so rarely actually wanted. He indulged others, on occasion—Avnas mainly, but only because she was his—but he rarely ever wanted for himself. This, however—this he wanted. This he wanted so badly he could practically feel the silky smooth skin under his fingers, but he didn’t dare reach out and touch. That wasn’t part of the deal—he wasn’t worthy. And that was the end of it.
This wasn’t the same as it was with Avnas. Avnas was his—her soul was, at least, if not her body. She introduced him to things he hadn’t understood before, and she allowed him to indulge without disapproving. Similar to Lucifer, but something deeper, a connection that he didn’t already have—she was a friend, something he didn’t have many of, and therefore he indulged her in every sense of the world, as she did him. Fidelity for them wasn’t a physical connection—because in their essence, demons are not physical beings—but an emotional one.
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yes_iamagirl used with permission from her mun, who made a request on the smut meme. Used for badcompany_muse: Lust.]She was unattainable.
Regardless of the fact that she was standing there in front of him now, what would have been deemed an invitation for him to reach out and touch on her lips, he couldn’t even begin to know where he deserved to accept the offer. What he had done in order to prove himself worthy of this by any means. She was the one who opened his eyes, all their eyes, that there was something else that they could strive for, urges they could give into without needing to feel guilt or shame. Without her, he wouldn’t have been able to know the rush of pleasure that came with the feeling of blood between his fingers. It was wrong, yes. But it sent a thrill down his spine that few other things could.
There was no denying that he wanted her. This was one of those things, one of those thrills—a motivation to reach out and touch, something he so rarely actually wanted. He indulged others, on occasion—Avnas mainly, but only because she was his—but he rarely ever wanted for himself. This, however—this he wanted. This he wanted so badly he could practically feel the silky smooth skin under his fingers, but he didn’t dare reach out and touch. That wasn’t part of the deal—he wasn’t worthy. And that was the end of it.
This wasn’t the same as it was with Avnas. Avnas was his—her soul was, at least, if not her body. She introduced him to things he hadn’t understood before, and she allowed him to indulge without disapproving. Similar to Lucifer, but something deeper, a connection that he didn’t already have—she was a friend, something he didn’t have many of, and therefore he indulged her in every sense of the world, as she did him. Fidelity for them wasn’t a physical connection—because in their essence, demons are not physical beings—but an emotional one.
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