literal darkness

*Poser* · 10-16-2016, 06:27 PM

He was a strange wolf, sure. Maybe it was by virtue that he was not a wolf at all. At least Poser is pretty. He's more than pretty, he's god be damned gorgeous. It's gone to his head, but he doesn't mind. Poser loves himself today, more than most days. He hurts. But he hurts in the way that his soul aches dully. A dull ache of the soul, his people had a word for it. Poser wouldn't bring it up. "Yeah, charmed." Polite. Sometimes he has to try. He has to try to be okay to people.

Her next question takes him off guard. His people don't keep slaves. Still, Poser thinks quickly on his feet. "A slave? Certainly not. But I would love for someone to keep me company. I'm working on gathering members for a club of sorts. Even the lowest beings, the mortals, can learn to walk among us as gods." He's gentle, elegant as he speaks to the girl. The shadow's sapphire eyes glimmer in earnest. He is trying. As always, Poser is trying.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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