it is akin to a claiming. to carry the mark of someone's teeth upon your skin, their touch on your skin... a reminder that you are cherished, even when apart.
Absolutely not. I do not see it as you do. As though being "claimed" is being cherished.
The idea of anyone entertaining the idea that they own any part of me enough to sink teeth into my body and pretending it means they have a right to it... that is disgusting.
i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?
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Is there really less, or no, pleasure in hateful sex? Quentin said some people enjoy biting and fighting, so that seems contradictory.
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The idea of anyone entertaining the idea that they own any part of me enough to sink teeth into my body and pretending it means they have a right to it... that is disgusting.
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i did not realise. matthew has told me that is a poor thing to do. i apologise.
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nobody really apologizes to him ]
— I will try to understand your view of this better, as well.
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is being claimed akin to being cherished to you? For I cannot stand the idea that... even some part of me is not wholly mine.
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i was claimed by the queen of the unseelie court, and her claim is like ice. it aches, and it hurts, and it does not fill with any kind of warmth nor joy. it is like acid where blood should be. painful, isolating.
to be claimed by another, by someone who you wish to share that claim with, to belong... it is like finding a home. a place to be. to be accepted, and wanted, in spite of the ills and evils? to have someone wish to claim you as their own, to share a bond with you, to be proud of a connection with you? that is bliss, is it not?