thought demons were my friends
11-02-2016, 07:21 PM
A game of shadows and demons, things that are white hot and ice cold. Careful, but not afraid. Never afraid. And yet he aches. Bone deep-- no. Soul deep, Poser aches. There's a soul in there somewhere, and yet here he is. Angels and demons. The devil and god raging away inside him. Something plays on his face and in his eyes, carefully trained on the man before him. There's always something careful about Poser, something that's hard to place and harder to process. Something that should be empty but doesn't know how to. He never knows how. He hurts. The bone deep ache of an abscessed tooth, or something similar to it. It's the constant feeling deep in his chest, the ticking of a time bomb. He is that time bomb, he's the powder keg about to explode. It's the flickering inside Elias that brings Poser closer, but just by a step. Glimmering in those damned sapphire eyes-- careful. Always careful. He wouldn't be the cigarette to fresh powder on this creature, but there's something... interesting. He's a bastard, he's a dog, and his posture is always long and low. It's bred into him. It's long been bred inside him, and he can't keep that away. The build of his spine, the way he carries his head and his tail. At least Poser is fast-- fastest in the land, unless another sighthound like himself was to show up. If he needed to, he could run. He could run far and fast and wide. The shadow can handle himself, eyes upon the demon. Angels and demons are at play tonight. He would play. He would play with that demon, he would pet it. Coddle it. Pull it close and when it disappeared, he'd pretend like nothing had happened. Light on his feet and graceful as a swan, Poser gazes upon Elias. "Violent delights bring violent ends, but it's fucking delicious." A wag of his tail, the shadow bends at the waist, seeming to nearly disappear against the dark. Dramatically speaking, Poser was the dark. And it was fantastic. poser breathy way of saying my name |