CORY COLLIER
Reaper
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Post by CORY COLLIER on Jun 3, 2022 19:09:20 GMT
Something in Cory’s chest had burst the night Leah had called him to the warehouse. It had been like the bubbles he’d watched rise to the roof of the car when it had careened off the road and into the lake. He’d watched them and it go, rising past his eyes, hovering there for a moment, trapped under the roof for just a second before they’d popped and dark, frigid water had rushed into their place. It had frozen solid around his heart as he’d taken Petyr – so small he’d felt light as a baby bird in his arms – to his heaven, tears strangely hot in contrast rolling down his cheeks as he’d promised he would be back.
Petyr wasn’t going to grow up with no idea of what had happened, waiting what would feel endlessly, for his parents. He knew what that wait was long, how torn you ended up feeling for wanting to be with the people you loved but not wanting them to have to die to come to you. Augustus had said he was giving him a gift when they’d struck their bargain. Now Cory was more certain than ever that it was only half of one.
That chill remained as Cory pushed past the queue out front of the club. Shoulders hunched under the cover of his coat. It didn’t matter that the day had been warm enough to turn the small motel room he was still sharing with Dani into a sauna, or that the sun was still slanting low over the trees, warming his back uncomfortably, the ice remained. Cory darted a look up at the bouncer, waiting for the same sort of protest from him as the people in queue squawked out but the man didn’t say anything. Was that a good sign or bad? Trying to work it out, Cory scanned the crowd inside for Leah. He wouldn’t put it past her to know he was gonna end up here. She could be waiting at the bar again, laughing her ass off with that guy she’d been with like the whole thing had been one big joke.
Only it wasn’t. There was nothing funny about a baby dying for his parents’ ‘crimes’, or about nearly bleeding his mother out too, all in some twisted attempt to get back at her brother.
Tears burned in Cory’s eyes, thickened in his throat as he scurried around the edge of the dance floor. Once upon a time he’d believed Leah, believed the story that her brother had killed her for no reason. He’d gone to bat for her and the whole time she’d been using him. Dragging him in to her twisted games, using him to clean up the bloody messes she’d left behind. Scared little Cory, too worried about doing the right thing to see what was really in front of him.
He slowed as he reached the door that led to the stairs to the club within the club … the one with all the … Cory stood a dozen feet out, eyes fixed on the bouncer that stood there, far more watchful than the other. He could remember the feel of Leah’s hands on him, shuddered now against them. Why had he let her … she’d taunted him the whole way down, only Hannya had shown him any sort of softness. Their touches so different, Hannya’s a welcoming comfort overlaid with all that …
Red flared bright in Cory’s cheeks as he darted a look around, as though someone was lingering nearby who could read his mind and sense the way the heat slid around under his skin. He pulled a hand free of his pocket, used it to scrub at his cheek with the cuff of his sleeve pulled over the heel of his hand. There were psychics but he couldn’t … they wouldn’t be standing around waiting for him.
Growing the pair Leah acted like he didn’t have, Cory darted forward. He gripped the sleeve of the woman standing there, his face going serious when she looked up at him like he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life. ”I don’t … I don’t think I’m on the list but I need to see Hannya. You have to tell her Cory’s here and he needs to talk. Tell her it’s about … Leah.” He almost choked on her name, bile spilling up his throat once it was out. The hate poured up with it. Every time he thought of her he wandered how could she.
There was a moment of silence before the woman smirked at him. She tugged her way free, peeled back the curtain and nodded him down. Had he ended up on the list after all or was this just another game? Cory didn’t wait to ask. Feeling the anxiety under his skin grow he took the stairs down two at a time, breaking through a small knot of people at the bottom. The place was crowded but still no Leah, thank God. He craned over the tops of heads, looking for that flash of blonde hair. ”Hannya? Hannya!” The tears were cresting on his lashes now, desperation biting deep. He could’ve told Dani he supposed but he wasn’t sure he wanted to get the words out and burden his sister with all the traps he’d fallen into. Hannya was better, she’d understand, she knew Leah after all.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Jun 13, 2022 15:41:44 GMT
 ━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
She basked in the glory of the awfulness that occurred down here, in her little den, gathering it all into her chest until… well, sometimes it followed her home. Leah and her boy-toy needed somewhere to crash, and because Hannya didn’t have much need for sleep, she offered her own bed. They just couldn’t bother Elio. She didn’t mind if their presence bothered him a fair amount, only that her line━though not expressly communicated━was not crossed. She liked to torment him, perhaps she could spark a little jealousy, but he was still hers to protect.
And oh, poor baby Joel━Hannya caught wind of the newest gossip, how his angry little partner (the one who’d come here to bug Hector) kicked up a fuss about some woman. Hannya hoped his wife found out. She hoped it kick-started something in the bitch and she went grappling for her husband, for their marriage, just so Hannya could rip it from her. Joel was hers.
Dolly stirred beneath, possibly active from her last time being allowed out, when Hannya didn’t knock her out well enough or didn’t account for Lawrence being fucking nosy.
Ugh, that didn’t matter. Hannya was still in control of her own life, and this club, which did matter. She mattered. She mattered more than Lust, or even Envy, because she had all these people to draw from and more. Everybody liked to cheat on their significant other nowadays, nobody stayed faithful, and she felt each and every heartache. It fed her.
Just as she was sure he would.
Hannya’s eyes ticked sideways, completely ignoring the man still desperately trying to hold her attention, finding Cory calling for her. The Gentle Giant, towering over everybody in this room but somehow too weak to shove his way through the crowd. Hannya didn’t care; she didn’t even bother to say goodbye to the man who still talked at her━she simply turned from him and parted the crowd with nothing but her presence. No, no fucking references to the Bible; she did it because she was Hannya, and everybody had to do exactly what she wanted.
He was upset, and she knew exactly what bothered him━Leah had shared her little story, and Hannya burst out into devious cackles from the retelling, though she was sure it was supposed to make her feel something else. Something that brought on the tears she could see in Cory’s eyes, causing her to pout up at him. As soon as she was near enough, Hannya slipped her arms around the reaper, gathering him close. “Shh, bunny, it’s okay, I’m here.” She rubbed his back for a moment in a soothing gesture, pecking the side of his head before she pulled away completely. “Let’s go somewhere more quiet, huh?”
Grabbing one of his hands, Hannya led him through the crowd and down the hallway she’d taken him to the first time. She could’ve brought him to the dressing room━and briefly considered it━but she wanted to torture him with the memory of all they’d done back here… of everything he’d experienced with the very person he cried over now.
Thankfully, the same room was open. Hannya slipped through the door and shut it behind them, leading Cory to the lounge chair. This time, she sat beside him and gave his fingers a little squeeze. The music was a muffled booming outside the door, as though the locked threshold was a barricade it was desperate to get through. “What’s happened, baby? You look lower than a bow-legged caterpillar.” With the hand not holding his, Hannya reached up to touch his hair, brushing it back lovingly and cupping his cheek, waiting for all that sadness to spill out so she could drink it in.
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CORY COLLIER
Reaper
Posts: 125
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Last seen Sept 30, 2024 19:10:29 GMT
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Post by CORY COLLIER on Jul 12, 2022 18:01:16 GMT
The first time he’d come down here it had been with Leah’s hand gripping his, like he was a child who had to cling on for his own safety. Naïve little Cory, so blind to what was out there in the world – he couldn’t deny it, in a lot of ways he still was just like that, but it wasn’t the curse that Leah believed it was. She sure as hell hadn’t been griping about it when she’d called him, desperate for someone who knew what they were doing to clear up her mess.
Cory’s stomach knotted tighter as his footsteps echoed in the stairwell, brows furrowing just as tightly, his fingers grazing the wall as he tried to keep his balance. It hadn’t been poor Cory then, no sharp, mean laughter trickling from Leah’s lips as she’d pleaded with him to fix whatever she’d done to Destiny. She’d fucked up and there was no amount of slapping reality could do for her to even try and repair it at that point. If she tried … Nausea bubbled up as he hit the bottom of the stairs, swimming in stinging tears in his eyes … Maybe he shouldn’t have left Destiny on her own – not even if Leah’s brother was there with her. Leah had killed a child, but it didn’t mean that she had managed whatever fucking twisted thing she’d wanted to do.
Back or forward - the street outside of the Grey Haven and another night spent desperately searching every shadow for some sign that Leah was coming back, or here, warning Hannya about what her friend had ended up doing.
Forward. The desperation to feel Hannya’s soft touch wiping all of this out of his mind pushed him on through the crowd of things who all seemed to come here looking for the same thing. Seeing that tumble of blonde waves eventually had a choked off sound rising in Cory’s throat. He pushed aside a vampire, had the brunette’s fangs flash in his direction for it, but he didn’t care, the crowd was parting like Hannya was Moses and he was the Israelites desperate to escape.
His throat went thick as Hannya was finally there, painted lips pouting up at him. He couldn’t push the words past that lump, but he didn’t need to, whatever was undoubtedly written all over his face – guile was never going to come easy to him – was enough to have Hannya’s arms going around him. Cory folded down into her, shuddering as he wrapped his arms around her in return, clinging onto her with his face turned into those cool blonde waves. ”I didn’t know where to come,” he admittedly hoarsely. He was sniffing already as she stopped rubbing his back and kissed the side of his head. Lips pinched together against what wanted to burst out of him, Cory just nodded to her suggestion. It wasn’t like he’d stand here all shaking hands and heaving chest and admit that the woman he’d been fooled by had murdered an unborn child.
Clinging on to Hannya’s hand, Cory ducked his head and followed her down the familiar hallway. Spindly legs stiffening when he saw the door up ahead. The last time he’d been in there it had been with him sandwiched between Leah and Hannya, Leah pressing him to grow a pair. Now the memory of what had happened in there had him shuddering, flickers of pleasure and regret fighting beneath his skin.
Cory almost dug in his heels, his fingers flexing on Hannya’s hand, like he would pull her back. ”Is there anywhere we c-can …” He didn’t get the chance to finish his thought or plead, Hannya was already pulling him in through the door and pushing it shut between them. Pale eyes, shadowed with the grief that hadn’t released its hold on him yet, squeezed shut and left him stumbling his way down onto the chair. Folding forward immediately, Cory tried to catch his breath and stop it all spilling out. Hannya was still holding onto him with one hand, the other coming up to brush through his hair, over his cheek. He turned his head, looking at her with eyes brimming with tears – relief, heartache, sadness, he didn’t think he could’ve picked one emotion out of the lot to blame them on. ”Leah,” he croaked, his eyes tripping from Hannya’s to flit around the room, like Leah would suddenly materialise. Not finding her, he let out a long breath and crumpled towards Hannya.
His head found her shoulder, his lanky form folding awkwardly onto the chair as he sought out that comfort Hannya had offered last time. Heat rose in his cheeks as he remembered what that comfort had led to – was it really that he was here for instead? That desperate need for every image haunting his brain to be whited out. ”Leah did something … horrific. Has she been here? Did she come …” To tell Hannya, to confess? ”Her b-brother had … has … this woman he’s with … she was p-p-pregnant. Leah … she took her, g-got in her head. Hannya … the baby …” The tears broke over his lashes as his voice broke, that sound of his heart breaking afresh for Destiny and Petyr rolling out of his mouth on an agonised groan.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Aug 2, 2022 19:24:08 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
They sat, and Hannya touched him, comforting, though, in actuality, she was soaking up his sadness. Hannya thrived off it, all the worst possible sins in the world oozing from Cory━it was even better that he wasn’t someone who usually felt this way. Hannya revelled in making him bad, encouraging the reaper to give into his deepest and most impure desires, but he was doing this all on his own.
He moved in, accepting Hannya’s touch and allowing her to cradle him. His head went to her shoulder, and her hand stayed in his hair, massaging tiny, gentle spirals into his scalp with her fingertips. “No, sugar, I ain’t seen ‘er,” She lied smoothly, using her opposite hand to rub his back. Hannya felt the prickles of lust flow through him, like a memory━a shadow, almost. Eager to encourage it, Hannya turned her head and slowly brushed her lips over the shell of his ear, kissed his temple, then nuzzled into him as if she hadn’t shifted ‘comforting’ tactics at all.
Cory retold the story, boiling it down to just the facts. Hannya liked the rest of it better━she loved the delectable details, and wanted to lick them from Cory’s lips like honey. But he wouldn’t say it, and so Hannya had to rely on her memory of Leah’s confession. A shudder ran through her, followed by a whimper as if any of it really mattered━well, it did, just not in the way Cory expected. “Oh my,” She whispered, hazel eyes squeezing closed as he groaned.
Hannya sighed wistfully, drinking in his pain, pressing together the sides of their heads a little more firmly. She wanted to communicate that she was here, and that she felt him━and oh, did she ever.
“That’s awful, bunny, I’m so sorry. Didja… see it happen? Could ya help ‘er?” He couldn’t, despite his best efforts, and Hannya wanted to hear it come from him. She wanted Cory to cry harder, to let his regrets spill from his lips and drown her.
Eager for a front seat to the show, Hannya pulled her head back only a few inches and gazed into Cory’s eyes, both hands cradling his cheeks now. With her thumbs, she gently wiped away his tears, spreading them towards his ears. “You can tell me anythin’, honey; I’m here.” Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to the apple of each cheek, then finally kissed his lips, sharing the taste of his tears, full with the flavour of his agony.
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CORY COLLIER
Reaper
Posts: 125
Played by:
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Last seen Sept 30, 2024 19:10:29 GMT
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Post by CORY COLLIER on Aug 13, 2022 17:58:09 GMT
That determination not to let himself get pulled in a direction he didn’t want to go wasn’t lasting more than a few minutes. Cory Collier, standing on his own two feet, staying firm against everybody who was trying to take advantage of him, not even tugging at the hand holding his. He’d come looking for Hannya, for someone who’d understand just what Leah had done, someone who’d give him comfort without worrying about him. Petyr was the one who deserved all the sympathy, the hugs from the people who loved him and he was beyond it now, all because of Leah.
Dani, Freyja, Theo, anybody else he might’ve talked to would be hollowed out by this but what they had left they’d have given to him. Cory wasn’t sure that Hannya wouldn’t be, she had a heart after all and anybody with one would have to feel gutted by what had happened, but last time she had offered comfort even with Leah right there.
Literally right there. One look at the door of the room they were walking into and he practically whimpered. Not there, not where he’d remember the feel of Leah’s mouth and hands on his skin, that sharp slap of pleasure he hadn’t really known was possible. The last thing his body needed was that war of remembered sensation and the sickness that hadn’t stopped since he’d left Petyr up there. A non-stop cycle of tornado like sensation in his gut that he needed to settle before he exploded with it.
Maybe he should’ve pulled them to a stop, held his ground, but the moment Cory was down on the seat next to Hannya, all resistance was melting away and he was melting into her. That touch he’d needed like a dry riverbed needed the rain soaked up enough for the tears to start. The shell that had held him together this long crumbling quickly. Cory sucked in a convulsive breath, his gaze skittering as Leah’s name from his own lips threatened to summon her here. ”G-good. You should … you need to be careful around her…” He could’ve said that Leah wasn’t what she seemed but he was pretty sure he was the only one she’d ever put on that heavy a disguise with. Leah hadn’t hidden the rot inside from Destiny, or from the man who’d arrived at the warehouse just after he had.
The strain began to ease as Hannya’s fingers worked over him slowly, gentler than they had been the last time. Although, like he’d thought they would, they began to awake the nerves beneath his skin, the ones that had been numb since he’d seen the blood spilling out of Destiny and had heard Petyr cry. A low noise slid out of Cory – need, a plea, a suppressed cry, a combination of all three perhaps.
Like a child he clutched onto Hannya as his voice broke and the truth slid out. Tear drops hit warm skin, the dark splotches on what there was of her clothing catching his eye as she shuddered. His hands found sanctuary against warm skin, one at the small of her back, the other at her hip, fingers flexing as Hannya squeezed her eyes shut. ”Sorry,” he whispered, like he was the one who had to apologise for the nightmare Leah had created, the one he shared now. ”I shouldn’t have come … I wouldn’t have but … I didn’t know who to tell. My sister wouldn’t understand. I never wanted her to worry about what I did in all of this.” Dani had enough on her plate with trying to cope with what had happened to her, what had happened to Oliver.
Hannya felt different, like she could cope with that weight of it, shouldering enough of it that he wasn’t going to crumble. Maybe it meant someone else would remember Petyr too. No child’s passing should ever happen unnoticed. Cory shook his head at Hannya’s question, another ‘sorry’ slipping out as he jostled her. He turned slightly in her arms, staring at her with misery in her eyes for a moment before a sob rolled through. The dam was crumbling, the flood of emotion stopped out behind it pouring out. ”She called me after. I think … I think the blood scared her. She said she didn’t mean to … but, if she didn’t …. Why? She told me to clear it up and I tried. I did, I swear. He was already … I could hear him crying. His mom was begging me but it doesn’t work that way and Leah knows it.” There was a bite of anger there but it was quickly washed away in that tidal wave of grief.
Cory lifted his head as Hannya pulled back, his lower lip quivering as she caught his face in her hands. She was brushing his tears away, touching her lips to his cheeks, then his mouth with that promise of a listening ear caught between them. His hands skimmed up to her forearms, curling around them just below her elbows, fingertips dipping into that pocket of tender skin. ”His mom was sobbing. She knew he was right there with me. I showed him to her, I … I let her see him. I don’t know if it was the right thing … how do you come back from that? He was just a baby. He deserved more. We deserved more.” His own grief over the loss of his father slammed into the back of his heartache over Petyr like a runaway train. Unseen until it was right there. Cory gasped at the shock of it, trying to hold the whimper back but it caught in his throat, threatening to tear him in two. Keening, he pressed his lips against Hannya’s to try and hold it all back. Stifling all that pain in the only thing that had ever whited his brain out.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Sept 17, 2022 20:59:22 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
No, of course not. Then she wouldn’t get to soak up all his pain.
“No, baby, don’t apologize. Ya gotta tell someone, right? I can handle it. It’s hard, but I’m here for ya,” Hannya offered him a pained smile, similar to the one she liked to flash to Joel when she wanted his sympathy. Cory had to believe she was trying her best with this, that she wasn’t drinking in the news of a dead baby with glee━that it hurt her like it would anyone else. Even Leah had seemed somewhat guilty over it, overwhelmed and pained━at least until Hannya began to laugh.
Finally, Cory began to explain, to give her more details, and Hannya focused on his energy. His words were an added spice, along with the picture that flowed with them, but nothing was better than how he felt. He was heartbroken, fucking ruined by this event, and Hannya thought she’d never heard anything sexier. A child gone, torn from his parents before birth, and a woman who was forever traumatized by what Leah had done. Oh, it was almost too much. A moan came, gentle, easily disguised as an expression of pain. Hannya sighed sadly to cover it, and brushed the backs of her fingers down Cory’s cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes.
“Must’ve been a lotta blood,” She mumbled sadly, “‘M sorry ya had t’see that, darlin’. All of it. Her beggin’ for her baby back, you not able to do nothin’ ‘bout it.” Hannya was rubbing it in now, but her expression was still that of a friend lending a shoulder. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, having to stop herself from licking away his tears.
Suddenly, Cory’s problem grew larger than Hannya had ever imagined. This wasn’t just about a baby he didn’t know murdered by someone he thought was his friend; this was about him. His family, his loss. Hannya felt the explosion of grief before she felt his lips, her own falling open to release a mix of shock and pleasure. This time, she let him hear it, let him sink into her the way he wanted. He’d come to the right place if he wanted comfort like this, Hannya thought. Perhaps little Cory wasn’t so ignorant after all.
“You did,” Hannya nearly whimpered against him, throwing an arm around Cory’s broad shoulders to pull him in, just as desperate as he seemed to be. She pressed their chests together, leaning back for only a moment before surging forward, tipping Cory towards the cushions. “You do, Cory. You deserve more. You always did,” Hannya closed her teeth around his lower lip, tugging softly. Anything harsher and she was sure he’d be crying too much to have fun. “Let me give you more. I wanna give you everything,” Hannya kissed her way past his lips and over his jaw, down his neck and then slowly back up.
“Let me take it from ya, sugar,” She whispered, “All that pain an’ sadness… give it t’me, okay? I can handle it,” And she would, gladly. Gluttony wasn’t her sin, but she’d consume Cory’s pain like a woman starved, ferocious and unrelenting. On the surface, though, she’d have to be little more than just in control.
Like the hunter━and so many men in between━Hannya offered solace. A place for them to relinquish the dark spots of their minds, handing them over as if Hannya was a Goddess and they were unworthy subjects. Crowding her temple, offering tributes in the form of pain.
Cory was smart to seek her out. He wanted sympathy, someone to hold him and tell him everything would be better. Hannya would provide that, a warm nook for him to bury into, though she’d slowly start taking more and more from the reaper. When Hannya was finished with him, he’d find everything in his life sucked dry, and not just the parts he’d enjoy. But she’d draw out her meal for now, like her friendly ghost had said━one nibble at a time.
And so she took hers, nipping at Cory’s skin, leaving a scattering of marks all over his flesh. Maybe he’d look at them later and feel shame for when he let go━when he sought pleasure to overlay his pain. And perhaps he’d think of that poor, poor infant, too, and he’d cry again.
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CORY COLLIER
Reaper
Posts: 125
Played by:
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Last seen Sept 30, 2024 19:10:29 GMT
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Post by CORY COLLIER on Sept 21, 2022 18:47:14 GMT
Don’t apologise? Cory’s vision swam again as Hannya soothed him. It was what he’d come here for, but still, this wasn’t just … wasn’t just about easing his pain. He was passing it on, and somehow Hannya was saying it was alright to do that. She could take it … unlike him.
Lashes fluttering, Cory gave a mute nod, dropping his head for just a breath. Telling any of the others would’ve been the same, but he knew it would’ve filled their eyes with that sympathy he’d seen there before. They looked at him and saw fragile Cory, the one who looked like a strong wind would blow him away, despite his size. Thin, insubstantial Cory, the Cory who’d spent years in and out of a hospital bed, veins so full of poison he’d barely been able to sit up sometimes, let alone swing those long legs off of the bed and follow Brooke on some rampage through the hospital. ”I don’t want you feel all of this weighing on you,” Cory said hoarsely, frowning at the pained smile that pulled at painted lips. He didn’t want her looking at that way when Hannya had been the only one to see past that wraith like shroud of his past and treat him like he was …
The shiver that ran through him should’ve been full pain, but like the last time he was here, there was an edge to it, some bright, keen edge that almost felt good. Some little voice in his head told him that it shouldn’t be that way. Hannya was all reassurances though, at least until he told her how Leah had called him to the warehouse and had left him to deal with the blood, with Destiny and Petyr. ”I’m s-sorry, it’s … I shouldn’t say …” Shouldn’t fingerpaint the details in that bright scarlet red that had covered everything. Cory knew he should’ve been the one comforting her with the sound that had rolled out of Hannya, he wanted to, he did, but her fingers found his cheek as he looked into her eyes, tender, caring.
Lips surrounded by that damp field of scruff pressed together. They felt cold, like he’d pressed them to a block of ice, not Hannya’s hot skin. The core of him had felt that way since he’d seen the woman in the circle, already broken beyond his fixing. ”It was … all over her … all over the floor. Leah did that, she made sure I’d see it, I guess she wanted to make sure the mom would see it.” It had all seemed carefully schemed to make Destiny and her boyfriend as miserable as possible. Leah had seemed to be panicking about how well it had worked when he’d gotten there, but you didn’t start that sort of thing without knowing the consequences, not unless you were an idiot, or you didn’t care. The image of it rolled back through his brain, drawing a moan out of Cory that he swallowed as Hannya’s lips found his.
Sinking into that kiss would’ve been so easy. He could forget about how he’d failed Destiny and Petyr then, the torment that had racked him since – could he have done something if he’d actually known what he was doing, instead of just stumbling around in the dark? Hannya did sink into it, welcoming him to the dark arms of oblivion with a sound he couldn’t have dissected even if he’d gone to medical school instead of looking to be an architect.
A warm, bare arm went around him, pulling him in, down, until he fitted perfectly against Hannya. Like a mother with a child, she swept him around, laying him back against the cushions. He still clung to her, looking up at her with that open pit of need shining in the pale of his eyes, like the water at the bottom of a well. ”Leah’s gonna make sure I don’t get it. She just sees me as this blind idiot, like she can yank me around on a lead.” The perfect little pet to do all she asked. He could draw as many lines as he wanted now, but Cory didn’t know if he actually had the strength to stop Leah from pulling him over them the next time.
His fingers ran up the warm skin of her forearms, cupping her shoulder blades as she offered everything with that molasses sweet voice. Heavy brows furrowed as she nipped at his lip, the pain rolling through him on that double edge again. ”Please,” he whimpered, unsure what he was actually asking for. Oblivion. Opening up beneath him them, that darkness, the emptiness, as velvety as the cushions beneath him.
Cory sank deep, sure that he was safe here in the cradle that Hannya was offering up to him. He felt the dam break inside of him, the remembered vibration in his bones as he’d gone back to the motel room that night and had shattered. Dani had been working, the room as dark as this one. Cheap sheets pulled tight enough around that lean frame to rip them where they were thin, his body balled up and shuddering as he’d sobbed.
Now the tears slowed, drying on his cheeks as he slid his hands down over Hannya’s back, cradling her against himself. He looked up at her, shaking his head lightly. ”How do you get over your baby dying?” Cory asked hoarsely. ”How do I stop hearing him cry? Or her? How do I stop hurtin’?” It ran through him like water, flowing from every pore, that heartbreak and misery. God, he didn’t know how it worked, but he held on to Hannya, shuddering as it poured out of him. Fingertips tightened on Hannya, his mouth finding her neck, drawing in that heat from over her pulse as he made that small sound of misery that twisted into something else as he pulled her against him. A warm body and all that empathy to stop the shivers from running through him again, those little bolts of pain drawn from his skin like splinters as Hannya explored his skin.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 157
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 17:12:57 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Sept 30, 2022 23:53:40 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
“You ain’t blind or an idiot, baby. You know that; s’in here.” Hannya used her lips instead of her hands, bending to press them to the centre of his chest, kissing Cory over his shirt. “Jus’ gotta believe it.” She smiled sadly, though he was blind and a fucking idiot if he thought Hannya was a safe haven to crawl into. She’d take all his pain, sure, but her presence would only bring more into his life. The difference between her and Leah, however, was that Hannya appreciated Cory’s brainlessness and didn’t choose to wave it in his face or shame him out of it. She wished only to encourage it. If Cory stopped being the way he was, then Hannya would have nothing to work with.
Please.
Hannya shivered from the sound of his pleading, lips passing over the rough edges of his jaw and neck, scraping raw on his facial hair. “I’ve gotcha,” She whispered, like a hold on, something to fill the interim between Cory’s begging and Hannya’s offer. She promised to give him everything his heart desired, the warmth and love he should’ve gotten from his family, but asked for all his pain in return. Hannya wanted to be fed in exchange for the therapy she’d give. Cory would be relaxed when she was done with him, pliant and soft and without so much pain resting on his heart.
And she wanted her fucking payment in advance.
She slowed her kisses as it poured out of him, settling with her elbows on the cushions, palms on his shoulders. “Time,” Hannya whispered back; it felt like the kind of bullshit a human would spew. “And good distractions. Lemme be that for ya tonight, darlin’. I’ll help ya forget.” And she’d make good on that.
Hannya felt heat encapsulate both of them as Cory’s mouth found her skin, and she pulled it from him. His agony, his sorrows, and each tear that remained to be shed for the bitch and her baby. Hannya took it all with greedy hands, pulling in every inch of Cory’s anguish, whispering encouragingly as she did.
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It must’ve been hours before Hannya was satisfied. She wanted to one-up his experience from last time, and it wasn’t as if a clock was hanging on the wall, so Cory had to endure. She was making good on her promise, though, wasn’t she?
Slick with sweat, as if she’d run the marathon of a lifetime, Hannya sat up and tossed her hair back. It flew up and around, smacking down on the dampness at her spine. She grinned down at Cory, who she’d looked after with careful precision for the last little while. He needed sweet and gentle this time, and Hannya took over, coating everything with a kind of safety. He was safe with her, loved, and she showed him as much.
“You feelin’ any better, sweetness?” Hannya purred, dipping her head to trail the tip of her tongue up the centre of his torso. She tasted the sweat on him, the heat that nearly burned her tongue, and the softness he likely wouldn’t grow out of. She hoped he never did. Hannya settled on him, her head on his chest, arms curled around Cory’s like she was hugging his shoulders. “We can move if ya want, baby,” She whispered, “On our sides, maybe? So I can hold ya.” Hannya would do it herself, maneuvering them to give him what he wanted, but she was still playing at being far smaller than she was. If she suddenly started throwing around a man twice her size, she wouldn’t look so gentle and helpless anymore, which would ruin the illusion.
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Post by CORY COLLIER on Nov 1, 2022 19:44:46 GMT
He could’ve counted the number of people who had actual faith in him on one hand. Their mom certainly wouldn’t have been on the list. She hadn’t had an interest in anything from the bottle from the moment the police had shown up at the door to tear the heart out of her life. Dani – the one person he knew always had and would – Brooke, with her sharp bite of attitude, but that heart buried somewhere beneath. Freyja and Theo, so grateful for what he’d been able to do. Destiny? Did you get to count that faith when you’d failed to save someone’s baby? Probably not. Five. That was five with Hannya included. Cory felt a small sob work through him as she bent, pressing her lips to the centre of his chest, like she was going to whisper the promises right into his heart. They wouldn’t get caught by the filter of his doubt then to be picked over later. It was a direct line, like the one between him and those places. ”I don’t know if I can,” Cory whispered hoarsely, his fingers slid through Hannya’s blonde tumble of hair, like he was soothing himself with the brush of his fingers against the cornsilk. ”I try.” Dani would’ve told him that was enough, but it didn’t seem it, not now. Trying hadn’t done a thing for Destiny, just becoming someone else to be scoffed over later. Only Hannya didn’t think so. His hand flattened against the back of his neck, his eyes aching with the need to just squeeze shut and accept that faith in him. Right now he didn’t have to do anything but hold on. Hannya had him. There was a relief in that, bursting out in those little whimpers. His fingers pressed into her warm skin, his handhold on her promise as he cried out that pain. He could hand it off to Hannya, share the misery, but he’d been so reluctant to do that … she was offering though, a tremor running through his heart at the thought of whiting out the blood red images for just a moment. ”Please,” he echoed hoarsely. ”You’re so good to me.” The little voice in the back of his mind reminded him that she had been to Leah too. Not now though, nobody could possibly feel an ounce of affection for a woman who’d taken a child’s life without a second thought. Hannya was too good hearted to forgive, so good hearted that she was holding him up now as it all poured out of him, like the scent of morning after booze from his pores, bleeding from the mouth he dragged over her throat. A lancing of the wound that had cut soul deep. * * * * * * * * * * He thought he could feel the shape of the wound Leah’s actions had carved, but somehow the pain was gone. Cory lay there, sprawled across the sofa. One leg hung over the edge, a bare foot pressed to the floor. That probably should’ve squicked him out enough that he was dragging it bac, but like the centre of him, it was numb, boneless. Sucking in a breath felt like a conscious effort, the shift in his body waking something in him. His fingers twitched into life, dragging up the outside of Hannya’s thigh like he was going to anchor her. Everything felt dry, like she’d wrung something out of him, his throat including. Words stuck tight in it, even after he swallowed hard to try and clear it. Hannya had no trouble finding her voice. She purred at him, her question drawing a nod out of him. Cory sucked in another of those breaths, like Hannya’s tongue was driving the muscles as she dragged it up his chest. It panted out, his hand stilling somewhere near the crook of her hip. ”Much,” Cory croaked. The feeling he’d thought would be gone for the rest of the night started to bleed back through. He could feel the tickle of Hannya’s hair against his fingers as he drew his hand from her thigh, up the slender line of her back to curl his fingers around the back of her neck. Her arms were going around him, her head weighing heavily on his chest. ”I dunno if I can,” he admitted on a weak chuckle. Cory tipped his chin down, almost pressing it to the hollow between his collarbones to meet her eye. For what felt like the first time in an eternity, his lips curved. ”I think you wore me out.” At the end it was like she’d waved a magic wand over his brain, wiping away the grief and the pain in one massive wave that whited out his vision. It shouldn’t have been like that, though, should it? Destiny didn’t get to just swing around a magic wand like she was Harry Potter. The grief clung to her, like it had to Theo and Freyja after the hunter had attacked out in the woods. Death was meant to hurt. Dani had hurt. The slow thud of his heart started to pick up as the thoughts insidiously worked their way back inside. The fist closed around his throat again, panic gripping tight enough that he was scrambling out from under Hannya. ”S-sorry. I’m … I should go. You’ve d-done so much for me already. I’m t-taking up all your time when you should be …” Working. He stumbled to his feet, looking down at her in confusion for a moment, as though he couldn’t really picture what she was doing here. ”I’m sorry.” He bent, still studying those hazel eyes for a moment before he pressed his mouth carefully to hers. The mule kick to his chest pulled him back. Cory’s gaze tore away from Hannya’s as he pulled on his clothes. Moments later he was by the door, his gaze barely meeting hers as he mumbled another apology. This wasn’t a weight he ever should’ve put on her. Wrapping the part of him that had been patched back together by Hannya around the part of him that still shivered, he bolted back out through the club. The one blessing here was that he hadn’t run into Leah in the end. Tagged: HANNYA (The End) * Word Count: 1048 |
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