Obsession is the height of passion, but what does one do when they find themselves enthralled with their enemy. Talamayas Sol loses his mother when he stumbles upon a mage in the deserts of his territory, and he is plunged into a despair he's never...
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Cornered like a rat, Wren had nowhere to go as Tala dropped to a knee in front of him and licked his lips. It had been so long since he's tortured someone, and Tala would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the sensation as he ran a single finger down Wren's face and seared the flesh beneath. The small animal-like whimper couldn't stop Tala's desire to hear him scream. Lighting both his hands aflame, he thrust them onto Wren's chest, and the sweetest sound escaped the man's lip.
For just that moment, Tala wasn't sure if he enjoyed more the ecstasy of his own magic burning into Wren Song, or the mage's light magic surging up through him to fight back. The pain was excruciating as the light magic cut through him in chains that took away his control, and yet within the power, Tala could feel Wren–fear, anger, despair, all wrapped into his magic as he tried to protect himself. It was unfiltered, beyond the walls that Wren put up, and even though Wren was weak, Tala had no desire to fight him.
Though Tala had no control of his body, he could see Wren, kneeling in front of him with just about the same amount of repulsion to this entire scenario as Tala had. Neither of them wanted to fight each other but seemed to be unable to communicate unless someone was bleeding. Black oozed down Tala's face as his body rejected Wren's light magic and the shadow of tears lingered in Wren's eyes as he sank in on himself. With Wren's crumbling form, the magic crawled back and released Tala.
If Tala had it in him, he would have stopped then, left Wren be, but Tala was so weak that he fell on him. He crushed Wren to the ground with his weight, and Tala couldn't even say he was unhappy. This was pleasant, just being close, even if he was suffocating Wren. Tala groaned and at least moved his full body weight off Wren, but he refused to let him escape. Wren tried, that was sure, but Tala managed to grab him with his fingers on the sides of Wren's face. The near shriek was so entertaining Tala would have laughed, but he hadn't the energy but to stuff the man into his chest and lock him there.
"Don't leave again," Tala whispered into Wren's hair, his consciousness threatening to do just that. "Please." Tala wasn't above begging, and tears lined his eyes that he kept Wren from seeing by stuffing his face into his neck. "I need you. I won't hurt you. Please, Wren. Stay with me." Tala mumbled most of the end as his vision blackened and his head thumped one last time on the floor. Just the little blood he'd taken from Wren had not been enough. Tala was weak from the events passed, his departure from the man who made him whole, and somehow fighting to keep Wren by hurting and scaring the living shit out of him again.
Some guy he was.
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