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[This is what Grant Ward knows. He's still alive.
Alive is a small word though because though he is alive he registers three new things. He's in a bed - all silk - black and red. He's shirtless and there are healing clawmarks on his neck and shoulders, across his chest and back. He traces one with his fingers before he tries to sit up and falls back. Everything is...
Sharper? Clearer? Alive is such a small word.
Because he knows that he's naked now and everything feels sensual and dark and perfect but...
He's seen the signs. He knows. There was Garrett - Coulson's friend and the whole damn reason Fury used the sign of the eye (a spell, a terrible spell) to bring him back. He remembers pleasure, then pain, then screaming and...
Bodies flung across the room, limbs ripped away and thrown - spirals of gore course through the air -
He feels sated.
For the first time in his life (Grant Ward's a wild card), for the first time ever he feels sated (Stick in the mud but it's like he's looking for something...) He has to wonder if that's a truth or a lie before he tries to get to his feet again and put the pieces together. That deliciously pleasurable sated feeling, that sense of power...
At that he remembers - vivid and strong and sure why he felt so secure. Why he felt so free. His team. Eight different people cut to ribbons. Marquez drained of blood while she smiled and stroked his hair. They made love across the corpses and that was because, all of this was because.
She might notice something twitching on the bed beside her, angry and grim. One hand clutches at the sheets before he bares his teeth and frowns. Fangs because-
Of her. He twists in the bed and turns to face her. How the hell was he awake first? The blood he drank? Snarling, he moved to wrap his hands around her throat.]
[This is what Grant Ward knows. He's still alive.
Alive is a small word though because though he is alive he registers three new things. He's in a bed - all silk - black and red. He's shirtless and there are healing clawmarks on his neck and shoulders, across his chest and back. He traces one with his fingers before he tries to sit up and falls back. Everything is...
Sharper? Clearer? Alive is such a small word.
Because he knows that he's naked now and everything feels sensual and dark and perfect but...
He's seen the signs. He knows. There was Garrett - Coulson's friend and the whole damn reason Fury used the sign of the eye (a spell, a terrible spell) to bring him back. He remembers pleasure, then pain, then screaming and...
Bodies flung across the room, limbs ripped away and thrown - spirals of gore course through the air -
He feels sated.
For the first time in his life (Grant Ward's a wild card), for the first time ever he feels sated (Stick in the mud but it's like he's looking for something...) He has to wonder if that's a truth or a lie before he tries to get to his feet again and put the pieces together. That deliciously pleasurable sated feeling, that sense of power...
At that he remembers - vivid and strong and sure why he felt so secure. Why he felt so free. His team. Eight different people cut to ribbons. Marquez drained of blood while she smiled and stroked his hair. They made love across the corpses and that was because, all of this was because.
She might notice something twitching on the bed beside her, angry and grim. One hand clutches at the sheets before he bares his teeth and frowns. Fangs because-
Of her. He twists in the bed and turns to face her. How the hell was he awake first? The blood he drank? Snarling, he moved to wrap his hands around her throat.]
