BENEATH THE STAINS OF TIME

the pretentious beast was beginning to enjoy the serene baking of his body, the grains of sand beneath him sizzling at his sodden vessel while the unforgiving s?l swore down at him. while usually a highly devoted sadist, the man was rather enjoying his time as a masochist - purring lavishly as his tender skin burned. that was until a soft, muffled thud guided his silver audit to swivel to. with haphazard effort, he rolled onto the opposite rib as pristinely chiseled maw upturned to dip into the scene. he was indeed not alone.

for a moment he considered allowing his guest to catch an eye, but who was he to deny loki his fun? a weakly forced smirk slipped across blackened lips, charcoal-sheathed masts! unraveling beneath him to lift his stomach from the beach's toasty hold. ivory threads, handmade by the aesir and vanir to hold a godlike quality if he did say so himself, now clung pathetically to his skeleton. he would have to fix that later. but now, after treading lightly over half a click, he must please loki with this perfectly placed occurrence. his legs folded underneath him as he positioned himself stealthily in front of the man, lowering carefully so as not to interrupt his probably light slumber. intervertly colored eyes studied his guest before his face split in two with a wide, overbearingly forced smile. "your quest for m?ni's fruit is unfortunately pointless, my fr?ndi."



notes; loki is the norse god of mischief, m?ni is the moon personified, and s?l is the sun personified