[Ceri] Facing your vice aka Desiring the unobtainable

Ceridwyn sat at the ornate desk, her back pressed against the straight backed chair. She wore draped silky top that exposed part of her back down to the top of the chair back, and a skirt in a similar fabric. Slowly she reread the content of her journal, the pen lying beside it.

I am now at Lancaster Estate, being looked after by Khovros. Dominion... she's trapped, and might be dead, along with several Invictus and a Cardinal... I was going to loose it... So i went to him and he brought me here....

I could say I want him so badly I can taste it... but thats actually not true. Becuase tasting him is not what i want. And Mother knows he tastes me often enough. What I want is the absolutely primal loss of control that comes with the total surrender of being in his bed. And he's too old for that. He might love me because of the ritual of feeding each week, but I doubt he remembers what it is to lie in a womans, or a mans, embrace.

I want to forget the heartbreak that will come if Dominion dies. I want to drown in my desire and hide in that place that will make me forget everything I think, except how much i Want.

Ceri reads, and for a moment the cool delicate touch of a kindred hand strokes up her spine to the nape of her neck, and the flower of demeter pinned there. She sighs softly, and shifts in her chair as the phantom touch goes away.