day twenty >> anon
#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv #prompt #endwalker #stelmaria #zenos #wolzenos
warnings: blood ; injury ; zenos being a creeper
general: honestly just wasn’t feeling this one ho-hum but stel/zenos is and always will be complicated
adverb
- soon; shortly
The long years of pursuit were over.
Sparkling dawn crawls over the bare horizon, reaching to caress them with gentle tendrils of golden light.
Stelmaria is beautifully lethal as ever and the picture of serenity, save the white knuckle grip on her elegant epee.
Zenos’ wide smile is pure joy, his boyish dimples making a rare appearance, though incongruous in the presence of wild azure eyes. “My dearest friend. My beast. My only. The day has dawned! The promised ‘anon’ has finally arrived.”
She watches his every move, silent, so still she might be hewn of bright marble.
“Come, let us dance together at the end of all things. Sunder not that which the gods have joined, my friend. Nay! Dream with me of blood and fire, of ringing steel and galloping hearts! Let your fangs meet in my throat to sate the gnawing worm in your belly, the one that hungers for my demise!”
He stalks closer, pulse thundering when she does not step away. The smell of her; blood and ash and myrrh and crushed petals smeared on alabaster skin. His mouth waters.
Ignoring him, her gaze cuts to the side, toward her prone companion, the blood smeared across his tunic and crystalline weapon matching his brilliant crimson hair.
Zenos continues, memorizing the effect his words have on her, “I know you have desired this day as much as I. We are two of a kind, twin flames burning bright; seeing each other for exactly what we are—no more, no less.”
She pales, brow wrinkled, clearly thinking hard. It’s not difficult to guess what’s racing through her head.
Circling behind, his lips find the pulse at her throat, whispering into the soft, warm skin there, tattooing the words with the force of his will. “I need only you, my soul. Give into our desires and I shall not harm him further. Come and dream with me. Come alive with me; relish these moments on the knife’s edge as I know you do.”
“That I cannot deny.” Her smile is wry. Smug and twisted as a crown of brambles.
“Acceptance at last! We dance in darkness, love. We dance in the rise of the moon and sun, the implosion of stars, and the dying of the light. Let us consume the flames of our lives in the pursuit of violent joy, my dear!”
She laughs; the high, wild laugh he hasn’t heard in years. Not since Yanxia and the opium.
Spirits soaring, they draw their weapons and charge.