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lordoftheozarks

When the ringing stops, all you'll hear is a cold voice that says one simple word, "Speak."

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redlightgreenlight

Valdis isn’t entirely sure how to answer to that question, whether because of that pride or genuine inability to articulate what she needs.

“I can’t break you, and you can’t break me.”

And she knows, deep down, he has feelings. Even in her annoyance in the green room, she wasn’t so blinded as to not sense it, even if she wanted to deny it.

From:

lordoftheozarks

This is somehow more confusing and less at the same time. Can't break her? Physically, she means. But, then... does she want him to fight her? No, that doesn't sound like it. The other option feels obvious but that puts him in even more fraught territory when he knows, deep down, he'd say yes to a romantic escapade with her. That's not what this is shaping up to be, however. He never thought she'd be one to ask for this from him. He is glad she didn't ask it of Max instead.

"How rough do you want me to be to you? I'm not unfamiliar with dominance play but I do find it important to set expectations. That is what you're suggesting, isn't it?"

From:

redlightgreenlight

“You are incredibly frustrating.”

Valdis knows he’s asking her to articulate and lay out boundaries, not because he’s trying to annoy her, but because he wants to make sure they are on the same page.

“I don’t want to play games, nor pretend at anything. I cling to control with everything I have and am so tightly wound that no amount of untangling will suffice.”

She swallows hard.

“I know with my history I shouldn’t want this. I know it’s the bloodlust in my veins fighting to get free, but I can’t stand my own skin. I need to release the energy somehow. I need someone to take over and push me to my limits to satisfy the violence I desire.”

She really does feel like tearing her own flesh from her bones. If this is the aftermath of consuming the heart of a demon, she’s not sure she should do it again. But she’s also not sure she could stop herself.

From:

lordoftheozarks

It is finally starting to dawn on him how serious the situation is. She's not here for sex, she needs someone to take the screaming in her mind away by terrible force. She needs bloody release--La petite mort.

Something in his posture shifts, he stands a little taller. "All right, Valdis, I'll give you what you need. We'll talk about whether you should or shouldn't once you can think clearly. But I want to be very firm in one point--you will not be justified in being angry at me after the fact."

From:

redlightgreenlight

“I’m not so far gone that I don’t know what I’m asking.”

Being angry at him for something that is her choice is incomprehensible, but There is a certain level of relief in her voice when he agrees however.

“I just don’t want you to regret it either. Ok?”

It will be complicated enough explaining it to River and Max. As of this moment she’s not sure how long she will be out.

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lordoftheozarks

"I'm happy to hear it." A part of him did worry she might truly not be in her right mind at all. What a relief to know that's not the case.

With that answered, his next response is confident. "I won't regret it. If I was worried about that I wouldn't do it. I have come to care for you too much to risk that."

He offers her his hand palm up, "Come with me. I'll take care of you. I'll take control."

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redlightgreenlight

Her hand twitches, her mind torn between taking his hand and using it to rend open her own flesh. Surely self destruction would fulfill the need just as well as letting him do it for her. In fact, it would keep control in her hands alone.

And how many of her loved ones would she hurt by doing so when another answer stands before her, offering that release in a way that would be far more pleasurable to her while also denying the Void and everything it stands for. That is its own kind of control too, a choice she’s making.

“Don’t treat me like I’m human,” she says as she takes his offered hand.

From:

lordoftheozarks

"I never do, Valdis," he answers darkly, his fingers closing on her with the kind of pressure no mortal could stand for long. "I won't start now."

As soon as the door of his play parlor closes, he'll consider the scene as begun. The door is never locked, but once inside, they will have everything they need...for however long they are going to need it. Why bother with time keeping? For Valdis, he will work her over as long as it takes.

From:

redlightgreenlight

By the time they’re done she’s tired, but not exhausted. There’s not a single trace of their lovemaking on her skin, but she knows if it weren’t for her healing her skin would be marred with purple and black and she’d be too sore to walk. In a way it’s satisfying to know she can drive someone to that level, that she can enjoy it without being harmed or harming others. It’s nice to know he enjoyed it too.

She should probably buy him new sheets, but it was worth it to have the monster soothed.

“If you have questions,” she says softly, eyes still closed, “Now is the time.”

From:

lordoftheozarks

For once, Erik is also tired at the end of their session. Impressive, considering he has the stamina of at least ten men combined. He gave it all to Valdis, just as she asked and needed, so the subtle tug of fatigue on his muscles feels like pleasant proof of a job very, very well done.

He's just finishing up washing his hands when she speaks, so he brings the towel with him to sit beside her on the bed, his voice gentle and devoid of the authority of before. "I have questions, but more pressingly, I have concerns. You trusted me with your body, now I am asking you to trust me a little more, with your mind. You said you shouldn't want what you were asking for. I saw your performance with Max, it would not be difficult for me to guess why you said so but I'd like to revisit the topic now. If you feel able?"

From:

redlightgreenlight

Valdis sighs softly, even in her bloody haze she did recall saying that and his note that he would like to revisit it. It only seems fair, after asking him to push her so hard to explain what she meant.

“If you saw what happened with Max then it shouldn’t be hard you guess what Fenrir did to me. Not just then, but after, when he tried to destroy me a second time. It’s fairly unnatural to wish to be touched like that when you have experienced such non consensual violence.”

She turns under the sheets to look at him as he sits there.

“And yet the only scars I bear are the ones inside my soul and the one made by the very weapon I wield.”

From:

lordoftheozarks

"Not hard at all," he agrees. "But it might comfort you to know it's not as unnatural as you think to crave what you do. I do not say that to minimize your feeling on it, to be clear. Objectively, you are not the only person I have met or serviced who has needs that seem to run counter to sense. In this, Valdis, you are not going to receive any form of judgment from me." His sincerity comes from a place of unfortunate comradery, but that just makes it all the more powerful.

"As for scars..." Now that she is looking at him, he takes hold of his open shirt and gently shrugs it down off of his shoulders. Through everything he had kept it on, never letting his back show for so much as a second. She'll see why, now, as the fabric drops giving her a perfect and full view of the bone white ridges that rise from his skin in ugly patterns frozen in place. "I happen to bear my own."

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redlightgreenlight

His words aren’t comforting, but they aren’t insulting either. Valdis knows her trauma is her own and she gets to deal with it as she sees fit.

As his shirt drops from his back, she slowly sits up, holding the sheets to her chest as if he hasn’t just seen and felt every inch of her. She traces each scar with her eyes, considering each one and the pain inflicted upon a human.

It now feels unforgivable to do such a thing to a living creature, but there was a time when she wouldn’t have cared.

Valdis knows instinctively that this is sensitive for him. That fact he’s showing her at all feels like an immense exchange of trust.

“May I?”

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lordoftheozarks

Her instincts are correct. Only a handful of people in all his long life have been invited to witness this part of him, and more than half of them have been since he came to this town. Fewer still have been invited to touch.

"You may. Carefully. ... Can you tell what they are?"

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redlightgreenlight

Part of her is surprised he actually gives his permission, but perhaps it's not so strange that he would want someone to see and understand what it means. She gently reaches out to him, tracing those marks with her fingers.

"I have seen them before on others, but usually not in such a number."

It's evident to her that these were from injuries received while Erik was still mortal. After all, the marks she left on him had already faded, if these were after he was turned, they would not have stayed.

From:

lordoftheozarks

Despite knowing it's coming, the touch still makes him flinch. He endures with slow, meditative breaths. If only her suspicions were true. But he's about to shatter them.

"Had I been mortal at the time, these would have killed me. I wished they could, when I received them."

He turns his head to look at her over his shoulder, "Has Max ever told you that a vampire like me is incapable of starving to death? And that the alternative is far worse?"

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From:

redlightgreenlight

She feels him flinch but doesn't withdraw her touch. If she were to recoil from the scars it would only reinforce what he believes them to be. Still the realization that they were not from before he was turned does, in hindsight, make more sense. She has never seen this number on a living person. Though, like her own scar, it simply means that the damage done was too extreme for a healing factor to resolve.

Valdis continues to trace each scar, knowing that, in another life, she could have taken them from him. But she wonders if that was even something he would have wanted.

"Max and I don't talk much about vampires, but I know the only way to kill you true dead is to destroy your eyes."

Or to take his soul, but that's fairly unique to her and her alone.

From:

lordoftheozarks

He wonders it himself. What if someone here could heal them? Would he do it? So far, the answer has been no.

"Yes. Which is why I lived in irons for months. My sire did not wish to let me end myself. Even Max does not know the entire story. These..." he reaches around to touch his own scars, "...were inflicted by my sire's hand, but they were my own fault. This kind of damage is rare, and it only happens when a vampire has been starved to the point where not even their own blood can heal them. I was the one who refused to eat. My sire thought that whipping me would break my resolve. It did not. And because I would not relent any other way, my sister was made into a vampire beside me, to encourage me to choose undead life."

He lifts his gaze to meet hers from where it had drifted over his speech, "These scars are a mark of my history, but they are also my greatest shame. I think you can understand that."

From:

redlightgreenlight

Valdis knows he is offering the vulnerability in exchange for hers, an honest conversation between two people who have known the pain of immortality and the suffering that can come with it.

"Shame?"

Valdis withdraws her hand from the scars.

"I feel no shame over my scars, Erik. They are proof I survived. Proof that even those far stronger than me couldn't kill me. Perhaps they conquered me for a time, and they are a reminder of that, but they are nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, they are motivation to never allow it to happen again."

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lordoftheozarks

"I'm not suggesting you should feel the same way I do. But isn't that a good illustration of how varied our approaches can be?"

Now that her hand has pulled away, he tugs his shirt back up over his shoulders and turns fully toward her.

"What it seemed like to me, was that you expressed if not shame then something like it over what you needed and over not feeling shame for it. Funny where that sentiment can sneak in, isn't it? Slips through the smallest of cracks. You are free to tell me I am wrong, but that is how it looked to me."

From:

redlightgreenlight

She watches him a moment, trying to hear him instead of being offended.

"I have used my body as a weapon and a tool throughout most of my life. It wasn't until I met Max that I ever considered it as something I should care about. He doesn't see it, see me, as something to be used as a stepping stone to reach a goal. Now he has no doubts, like you, about how it was treated by men more powerful than me, in fact, part of me worries he will never be able to touch me without thinking of what Fenrir did. Max would do his best to understand why I asked you for this, he would trust us in the decisions we made, but he will never feel good about the idea of my body being touched with violence. I was not thinking of myself when I spoke those words to you, I was thinking of Max and how much this might hurt him, of Fever, of Miles...of all the people who love me and want me to value myself more."

Valdis sits back and looks away form him.

"I asked you because you are one of those people, but I also knew that you wouldn't deny me or try to convince me that this wasn't what I needed."

From:

lordoftheozarks

"You are right that they would and will struggle to understand and accept. They only know that when they have been touched that way, it has hurt them and they cannot help but grieve your pain. That is the curse of being loved. Your curse, for being loved means you must consider them when you use yourself as a tool. All things you are well aware of, I know." He's working up to his point, as he often does, but he's careful to keep his voice neutral, to not seem like he's trying to influence her any one way. If only he could stop his own bitter sorrow from seeping through, but he has no defense against that from Valdis.

"When you touch Max, does the thought of what I have done to him cross your mind?"

From:

redlightgreenlight

"Not anymore."

Whereas he feels bitter sorrow over her words, she feels tired, emotionally spent from the fire that had burned in her veins only to be quenched by him and his attention.

"But in the beginning, when he related what he remembered, when I could feel that he didn't know what actual love was...In that, I am far more blessed than you. I had someone before Max who showed me what it was, so it was easier to remember, to become gentle, to allow him room to grow and overcome...to be his Malachi."

Valdis looks back up at him.

"He might have guessed at my history, but to have it laid bare before him, for him to play the part of my abuser and to touch me with disrespect...those are things that he will remember for months, if not years to come...at least I did not have to undergo such psychological torture when I relived those nightmares, I have long since accepted them."

From:

lordoftheozarks

His soul is doing the internal version of holding its breath waiting for her answer. Relief is like a cool balm over that old hurt.

"I'm confident that his imagination has already conjured up hundreds of scenes in his mind exactly like the one you played on stage, and worse, long ago. Yes, he will remember this. But I wager there is something beneficial about having it demystified for him. To know for certain is pain, but to always wonder and never know can be maddening."

He reaches gently for her hand, ready to let her pull away if she prefers. "My advice is to keep growing and overcoming with him. Talk to him, deeply, about how you feel. You have accepted your past and for that I am very glad, but to him this is new. It may be frustrating, but he needs your guidance to see what you see and feel what you feel."

It might take time, but Erik has faith in their beloved Max, that he can overcome the specter of Fenrir's actions. That one day he would be able to answer "not anymore" just the same as she.

"I think you are right that he will never feel comfortable being violent to you, but I also think that was already true. If you are not compatible in that one way, would it truly be so bad to continue an arrangement like this, where you seek that missing piece outside of him? At first, it might make him sad that he cannot provide, but there are ways to frame it that remove the sting. I can explain it to him if you'd rather?"

From:

redlightgreenlight

She feels the relief in him, can sense the continued pain he feels over his actions. The words he speaks are wise and she knows there is healing to be done for them both. Her and Max.

Valdis tips her head at his offer, not moving away from his touch, considering it, but uncertain if that’s what she truly wants. In that moment she had needed it, to have control taken away on her own terms with the knowledge she could take it back the moment she wanted to. To be exhausted and have the monster removed in an act of love and violence. It’s twisted and strange and something she would not have resorted to, even if she had enjoyed it. And even if he didn’t say it, she knows he did too.

“I don’t think that’s the only relationship you want with me.”

It’s not what she meant to say, but she knows it to be true, because she can feel how conflicted she is to simply use him in that way. It was good, and gratifying, and she wouldn’t refuse if he wanted to do it again, but it’s not the only thing.

Maybe she’s simply exhausted and not thinking straight.