XII · Still Don't Know Your Name

🎧 We Can't Be Friends (Wait for Your Love) by Ariana Grande

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"I don't know exactly why I am what I am, or how, before you ask me. I'm also curious about it, but I'm scared of what could be the reason. I don't even know what a void dweller is," I covered my face with my hands, that frustration I know too well, taking over me again. "I didn't even intend on coming to this world, Dorian, I did it accidentally, and now everything is crumbling," I cried.

"I lost my job, then I lost my dad, then I lost the next two jobs I did my best to get, and then all of those freaks began to come after me, asking for my dad's Gameboy game of series number 9694, and I got damningly curious because 9695 people died counting him in the fire, and I thought it was a clue, so I should snoop on the Vault of Secrets that dad prohibited me from going anywhere near it."

"Because I knew that if there was really such a precious Gameboy that he had build as the great game architect and engineering that he was, he would have hidden away in the Vault of Secrets, where I wouldn't be able to touch. So, I went in there thinking it was gonna be full of secret stuff from him, but all that I found was a creepy as fuck altar with runes draw in blood, the Gameboy, a grimore and a seethed dagger."

"And even though all I wanted was to get the hell out of that creepy fucking basement, which got me instantly regretting for snooping on it as I was disobeying dad after death, my feet didn't move. There was that eerie fog on the room that was made out of that creepy black stone, and when I saw the Gameboy, I got too curious about it, because dad never allowed me to play any of the games he made, and that one seemed special if so many freaks were offering me so much money for it."

"Plus, it was on the Vault of Secrets, and he wouldn't have put it in there if it wasn't special. So, my bloody curiosity got the best out of me one more time, and I thought 'Oh, why don't I play this shit?', and then my dam finger pressed the button to turn the Gameboy on, and then to start to play, when a message popped, welcoming me to The Doom of Aura, calling me Architect, telling me to pick a class out of 20 options, the last one being the 'something else' shit, and telling me to input my soul age and some shit."

"And I wasn't even gonna pick the 'something else' because in my mind picking 'phoenix' would have been a broken one and I wouldn't die, but then I had to remember dad telling me countless of times to pick the 'something else' option if it ever popped up to me, in any kinda game, which was why I picked that fucking shit, that screwed me over by turning out to be a void dweller out of all the random options available in the world, and,"

Holding my face in his hands, he kissed me, fangs gone, and when I closed my eyes to kiss him back, I realized I was crying ugly like a bitch. Crying an awful lot. But he kissed me, and he kept kissing me until all I could think of was him, how soft his lips are, or how I wanted to strip him naked, and hop on him like Fynya hopped on the High Priest. "Please," he whispered, pausing the kiss for breath, "don't cry, it made me feel agony." Pressing his forehead on mine, he said, "And I still don't know your name."

Fuck, if I didn't feel embarrassedly stupid.

"Hesperia. Hesperia Merikh."

Kissing me again, this time quicker, he smiled against my lips, "I see, evening star of death, uh? That is a befitting name for you, for sure."

"Said the present in the right moment."

To my surprise, he blushed, "It's a stupid name."

"I think it's beautiful," I surrounded my arms on his neck.

"You think I'm beautiful," he countered, grinning confidently.

"No, I think you're breathtakingly gorgeous with a panty-dropping painful beauty that feels otherworldly in more ways than I can put into any words," I said seriously, undoing the bun of my hair, because I mean it.

"I like the sound of that," he breathed, kissing me. "Your dad would skin me alive if he knew what I'm doing," he kissed me again, "if he knew that his daughter is half naked under me, giving me eyes that beg me to fuck her, to risk my life just for a taste of her blood," he brushed his lips on mine, his left hand going to my hips, under my panty, and when I felt his gloved fingers touching me, I barked a moan. "He would kill me if he knew how wet I'm making your pussy," he sucked my bottom lip.

"Dorian,"

"That I'm making you cry my name like it's holy, while I make you beg me with your eyes to do the unholiest of the things," another kiss, and his fingers began to slid through my slick pussy lips, making my eyes roll. "You really make me want to try my luck just to drink from you, fuck."

He then did the sluttiest of the things, as he leaned back, standing on his knees above me and bringing the gloved fingers that he was touching me with to his lips, sucking my juices from it. And as his eyes closed and he tasted me from his fingers, a husky moan left his lips, coming from the depths of him, and making me suck on my breath with a struggle.

"You taste as sweet a prohibited drug that I shouldn't be stealing a taste from," he hummed, his voice deeper than the ocean we are surrounded in, and when he opened his eyes, it felt… dangerous, hypnotic. "That ain't enough," he groaned to himself, jaw clenched, "I need more. If I can't have your blood, I gotta satiate my thirst that's been consuming me for three dam months, with your juices."

Dorian grabbed me in his arms, then he walked back to the bed and laid me on it, his fingers grabbing onto the waistband of my pants, yanking it off my body, taking my panty with it. "I wanna… see you naked," I said.

"That's very pervert of you," he purred, making me blush mortified, and as his eyes darkened, a devilish grin curled up his lips. "Keep your eyes on me," it's all he said before taking a step back, taking off his jacket, then, with his eyes on me, he began to unbutton his shirt, and when he took it off he was using a t-shirt underneath it, which made my anxiety grow, building up the moment I would finally see him as he is, naked.

When the t-shirt came off, I was nearly knocked out when I saw his sculpted torso and he stopped undressing, letting me take in all that I could, with scars in many places, some seemingly made by savage animals, but all making him… breathtakingly hotter, hot like a primal male would.

Then I took notice of the tattoos, from afar they look like shadow waves spreading from the right side of the bottom of his neck, down to his collarbones, shoulders, and spreading through his chest, but only continuing to his left ribs and going thinner further down his hip, disappearing in the waistband of his pants. Also seemingly going down his back. But with a bit of focus, they are not shadows.

They are runes.