#I just cannot without editing it because the adhd and ocd are too strong atm

[theemptyislost]

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐌 𝐎𝐆 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

In regards to this post: OG Dark Haunt Me files

“You," Tav hissed between clenched teeth, tears pricking her eyes. “ - lied to me. You tricked me - you don’t…” Love me, care for me – I was just a tool. Were the words she wanted to say. To scream and carve into their heart. Tav still felt the intensity of the emotions Haarlep stirred. More vivid and painful than Astarion had ever awakened in her. That drowning sort of co-dependent love that threatened to shred her sanity to pieces, something you needed to flee from not cave to. Worse, they were Raphael’s…and she was theirs…and Raphael’s…. And she was so utterly fucked. “I am – we,” Haarlep's claws pierced through her thin layer of clothing. “We,” they repeated, voice rough, “– are keeping you safe, trying to protect you.” Tav ripped her dagger from its sheath. One hand shoving the incubus with all the strength she had, the other raised to strike, blade shimmering in the crypt air. She needed to strike before her mind caught up to her actions – she could not afford to hesitate. Haarlep's lips pulled back over their fangs. Deadly incisors on display as they laughed, a deep beastly sound that vibrated her ribcage. Their hand easily snatched up her raised wrist. Knee shoving between her thighs, they curled over her, horns knocking against the stone, golden fiery irises glaring down at her. Pupils dilating in a cat-like manner. She could feel the evidence of their excitement pressing against her. “I wondered when you would try your hand against me." Haarlep's words fell over her. "Do you wish to fight me me as well, precious thing.” They cooed. “Here I thought Raphael would get to have all the fun.” They twisted their head up, pulling her wrist down. Haarlep licked the blood from her blade, the beginning of another taunt on their lips. Tav saw the moment the taste of it settled on their tongue. The familiarity of her blood clicking as the amusement vanished from their gaze. Haarlep slammed her fist against the hard stone causing the dagger to slip from her grip, clanking noisily to the stony floor. Tav hissed around the pain. “What have you done, little thief?” They snarled, chest rattling demonically. Gone was the playful banter – in its place rage and below that, fear. In another life – Tav might have found it endearing, still did to some twisted extent, but they were no better than Astarion – none of them were. Her inner musings were proven true the moment Haarlep ripped down her collar, the heat of their fingers seeking the imprint of their fangs.