two for joy (changeling: the lost | ambrosia/ofc)

[fiachairecht]

two for joy. changeling: the lost, ambrosia/original female changeling. ambrosia prepares her latest servant. 200w, rated m. for the sapphic spring prompt 'guro'.

Ambrosia takes the eyes out herself. Other aspects of capture she's willing to hand off by now, but not this.

Nerves split easily under her nails as she dips her thumbs inside the nude woman on the ice. They trail behind the gleaming blue irises as she places them carefully on the cloth laid out between them, and as Ambrosia picks up the pale sapphires instead, the Fairest's head turns, chasing the memory of sight.

"Don't cry," Ambrosia whispers, and can't help but laugh at her own words as she kisses each gemstone, and then, softer, each empty eye socket. Her tongue dips inside, quicker than quick, and still comes away with the hint of blood as the woman's neck cranes upward, lips parted in hopes of one true kiss.

This Ambrosia grants: hunger matched with hunger as her fingers press the new eyes home. 

"Tell me who you will bring me, Fairest," Ambrosia murmurs against the woman's freezing lips.

"One of the Lights That Stride, my lady," she replies. Her voice is a whisper, now — half-choked away under Ambrosia's small hands. But there's a conviction underlying her words, one that makes Ambrosia wish— hope—

Perhaps this one will succeed.