Trying to shove everything down and not feel a goddamn thing was impossibly hard when with every word Cain spoke and the way he spoke it, the human seemed to slice into Elijah, demanding him to feel, demanding him to care again so that he could speak his truth. Why on earth was this happening now. Elijah had taken his hiatus to wash his hands clean of Cain and he thought that a year would be enough time for the other to move on and for him to come back and be able to avoid him and pull himself back together and be with the always and forever he knew.
None of that was happening. The situation he'd left was worse. It was like his leaving only set fire to whatever it was that had happened between the two of them and continued to burn until marking a raging inferno by the time he made it back. What was Cain doing, and why was he doing this. Elijah heaved out a breath and knocked his drink across the wall.
"Damnit Cain. I came back because I had hoped,and figured that you would have forgotten all about me. You didn't seem to care all that much where you got your damned spark the way you sat cold and uncaring in the bath that day, unconcerned about how I felt. You all but pissed on my feelings. I couldn't stand it, it sliced through my skin and flayed it open, through the muscle into the very marrow of my being. So I left and prayed that you'd forgotten me, and that it was safe to come home to the only people who'd ever loved me the way I loved them, my siblings." Elijah got to his knees, fury flashing in his eyes as he moved to straddle Cain's legs.
He glared at the man who so defiantly stole Elijah's heart without a care in the world and now thought he had claim to the man because he needed that 'feeling' once more, not even knowing why, or caring why. "And now you still don't care. You still care only for this feeling, and the need for it. I'm only the source. My feelings aren't important, my needs aren't important. You don't understand, still. I'm an open bleeding wound because of you. You want to feel, and all I can do is feel, and far too much. I need you Cain, and I need you far too much, but not anything you know how, or really care to give me in return." Elijah ran splayed fingers over a chiseled chest, marking out the perfection he'd dreamed of night after night. He took his time crawling them through the simple soft layer of chest hair, and over collar bones.
Leaning forward, Elijah took the time to lick over Cain's collarbones and draw his hands up and down the first human's sides. It seemed to calm the anger in him to be able to enjoy this slow exploration and not have the hasty, pressing desperation navigating everything they wanted. It had been a while, and Elijah needed more. He needed tenderness, and someone to care for him to want him passionate, even as they needed him desperately.
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Date: 2023-08-02 01:50 pm (UTC)None of that was happening. The situation he'd left was worse. It was like his leaving only set fire to whatever it was that had happened between the two of them and continued to burn until marking a raging inferno by the time he made it back. What was Cain doing, and why was he doing this. Elijah heaved out a breath and knocked his drink across the wall.
"Damnit Cain. I came back because I had hoped,and figured that you would have forgotten all about me. You didn't seem to care all that much where you got your damned spark the way you sat cold and uncaring in the bath that day, unconcerned about how I felt. You all but pissed on my feelings. I couldn't stand it, it sliced through my skin and flayed it open, through the muscle into the very marrow of my being. So I left and prayed that you'd forgotten me, and that it was safe to come home to the only people who'd ever loved me the way I loved them, my siblings." Elijah got to his knees, fury flashing in his eyes as he moved to straddle Cain's legs.
He glared at the man who so defiantly stole Elijah's heart without a care in the world and now thought he had claim to the man because he needed that 'feeling' once more, not even knowing why, or caring why. "And now you still don't care. You still care only for this feeling, and the need for it. I'm only the source. My feelings aren't important, my needs aren't important. You don't understand, still. I'm an open bleeding wound because of you. You want to feel, and all I can do is feel, and far too much. I need you Cain, and I need you far too much, but not anything you know how, or really care to give me in return." Elijah ran splayed fingers over a chiseled chest, marking out the perfection he'd dreamed of night after night. He took his time crawling them through the simple soft layer of chest hair, and over collar bones.
Leaning forward, Elijah took the time to lick over Cain's collarbones and draw his hands up and down the first human's sides. It seemed to calm the anger in him to be able to enjoy this slow exploration and not have the hasty, pressing desperation navigating everything they wanted. It had been a while, and Elijah needed more. He needed tenderness, and someone to care for him to want him passionate, even as they needed him desperately.