[A shuddering, ecstatic breath escapes him as Yuri's foot comes to rest over him, superior and cruel and perfect. This, too, is just another facet of the game they play together, giving and taking and doing as they please because it produces results that satisfy and scintillate. They both know full well that if Dimitri were really to exert his authority, even Yuri could not topple him in his own realm of influence; all four of them are the lord and master of their own domain, supreme in their own control. That's what makes it all the more pleasurable to submit, sometimes: because by its very nature it necessitates cooperation, and collaboration, and the adoring rapport they've cultivated over the eons.
And soon it will be his turn. Already his blood boils hot with the prospect of it.]
You were always the most beautiful of all of us.
[He sits up a little when he's eventually freed, huddling and watching with bated breath as Yuri's form shifts into a creature with a pelt like moonlight and great soft eyes — a deer unlike any that has ever ghosted through Dimitri's wilds. Truly a prize for a hunter or beast alike. He licks his lips, showing teeth that have gone glistening and slightly too long.
Then, all at once, the chase begins, and with a joyous snarl Dima lunges through a shift in his own form, the fur trim around the collar of his cloak rippling and expanding until it overtakes him entirely, the bearing of a wild god clothed in the shape of a massive direwolf.
As a deer, Yuri is more fleet of foot than he is, but it's still far too early in the chase to try to make a capture. In the long run his own endurance will outpace the frantic dance of Yuri's beating heart, and he'll pounce and he'll bite and it will feel like no other heaven either one of them has ever known.
But later, later. For now he lopes off in steady pursuit, laughing dark under his breath and knowing Yuri will hear it no matter where in his Underworld he runs to.
There are no secrets from the Lord of the Dead in his Underworld, and Dima knows precisely how to use that to make the game fun.]
You've missed this, too, haven't you, beloved? You are so many things, but never weak, never prey. Only for me. Only when we play like this. Even you tire of behaving, don't you?
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And soon it will be his turn. Already his blood boils hot with the prospect of it.]
You were always the most beautiful of all of us.
[He sits up a little when he's eventually freed, huddling and watching with bated breath as Yuri's form shifts into a creature with a pelt like moonlight and great soft eyes — a deer unlike any that has ever ghosted through Dimitri's wilds. Truly a prize for a hunter or beast alike. He licks his lips, showing teeth that have gone glistening and slightly too long.
Then, all at once, the chase begins, and with a joyous snarl Dima lunges through a shift in his own form, the fur trim around the collar of his cloak rippling and expanding until it overtakes him entirely, the bearing of a wild god clothed in the shape of a massive direwolf.
As a deer, Yuri is more fleet of foot than he is, but it's still far too early in the chase to try to make a capture. In the long run his own endurance will outpace the frantic dance of Yuri's beating heart, and he'll pounce and he'll bite and it will feel like no other heaven either one of them has ever known.
But later, later. For now he lopes off in steady pursuit, laughing dark under his breath and knowing Yuri will hear it no matter where in his Underworld he runs to.
There are no secrets from the Lord of the Dead in his Underworld, and Dima knows precisely how to use that to make the game fun.]
You've missed this, too, haven't you, beloved? You are so many things, but never weak, never prey. Only for me. Only when we play like this. Even you tire of behaving, don't you?