[se] chasing the rapture

Deimos Later, later, later, when they’d had their revelry and reverie with others, he approached, gave chase, a wolf, a vulture, a demon. The selfish, greedy, voracious contortion to him would’ve preferred her entire company, her and her alone, but he knew better than that, didn’t give it a voice, naught more than a passing, flickering notion: for she was Amalia, kind and beneficent to all, and it wasn’t her fault he lacked the abilities. Deimos’ advance was quiet, unhurried, a leisurely, predatory stalk that failed to give away the sense of urgency in his bones, the hushed reverberations of his intentions, the gift laden in his basket now, beneath the captured, glinting stones from the Stonesong. His patience and invocations had crafted the present, deep in the bellows, annals, and archives of Fae dictation and tomes, furtive and secret, while she was enamored with another object he’d bestowed. He likely wouldn’t ever stop with the offerings: time and time again, striving to show his gratitude, his affection, his endearments and devotion – which was a bit silly too, because his actions should’ve done so, should’ve transcribed what words and phrases could not. But it was unnerving, over and over, to feel the push and pull so vividly, to not ever truly understand why she even deigned to give him the time of day. Jyoti would likely give him away before he could deign a further advance, but he strived anyway, coming up from behind her frame and looming, a shadow, a monolith, a Colossus towering and eclipsing, hoping the length of his darkness didn’t extinguish her lighted torch (a constant fear; an avid reminder of who he was and who she had become). Then he leaned down, closer and closer until his mouth was nearly at her ear, a whisper, a conviction, a tease, a ruse, breath fanning along her neck, inciting and kindling out of pure upheaval, mischief, and impishness. “I have something for you,” he murmured, before backing away, attempting to be out of reach. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime