Challenge entry

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So..... I'm back. (maybe.)

Challenge: [077] Martyr
Title: For Blood and Thorn
Word Count: 162
Warnings: Blood and sex. Yes. Basically rated R. Spoilers for CoM. Also, I hate myself tonight; it probably shows.
Notes: Thanks to crimsoncookie for the beta ♥



Always on a flowerbed they fall, crushed together by mutual lack and one-sided need that permeates his weightless frame like smoke. The roses obey him, twisting coiling trapping naked limbs, drawing blood from empty veins, locking nothing to nothing like smoke to sky. Her body – a cage, made barren by nature – folds open with the rest of them, yielding unripe virgin fruit that he harvests with greed, one by one by one until what never was can never, ever be.

When he’s finished, he weaves a thread of thorns around her crown, casts the vines across her eyes. Her face cries heavy crimson tears that seep through white imperfection; her tangled gaze remains distinctly dry. He asks of her – demands of her – why, Naminé, again tell me why. "For you," she whispers in obedient reply, aching wind through winter trees. His smile echoes the hungry dark. "Good girl." And the roses breathe again.

She no longer feels their thorns pierce her skin.