CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT
08-21-2013, 09:04 PM
this is a rocky post.. i'm sorry :l
a deep pang of regret flooded the man's heart, his veins draining of any warmth and leaving him cold as steel. had he taken a wrong step? had he offended his brother? disgusted him? the falter of his smile seemed like a death sentence, all of reality crashing down on his fantasy world of intestinal arbors and ribcage suits - a wedding fit only for the dispossessed and the damned. he had been a fool, to think he could be allowed to stay this close to someone who he not only wanted but needed. he'd committed the crime of all crimes, and for that he would be punished.
he was about to break free of his thorned chains, cast himself into the confines of empty loneliness, when the familiar tug of tangled fur brought him to a rigid halt. he was almost sure vali had possessed his dear kaprasius, ready to strike revenge on him with the ultimate form of irony. but instead he felt the steady rhythm of a thrumming heart against his ribs and the warmth of heavy breathing along his neck and ear. his own breath caught while his stomach tightened into a knot, heart accelerating and his veins beginning to boil. he could feel every muscle, every curve, of his brother. there was a certain electricity between their touch - one only meant for midnight lovers who'd binged on lust and alcohol. he knew it was wrong, knew it was unlawful. but how could it feel so right? it was as if sandman, oh so devious and demented, had cast him into one of his forbidden fantasies and allowed him to live it. his heart slowly overruled his mind, blurring all lines of morality and gave in to the pleasure. he could feel the light pressure on his back, but he did not collapse under it. he would not allow anyone to have the upper hand, not even dear kaprasius. he would have to earn his absolute trust first, to be given that right. he waited until he heard the deliriously forbidden tones of his kin, felt the warmth of his breath on his ear, before allowing a groan of weakened defeat slip from dried throat. he slipped beneath the man's neck, taking time to relish the beat of his delicious heart against his ribs. if he hadn't treasured this man so much, he'd tear into his very cavity within a moment and live within his veins for a week. but that wasn't the case. he wanted to share everything with his dear brother, however sinful it became. he curled his own neck around the man's shoulders, applying little pressure and allowing a simple word to fall beggingly from his quivering lips. "bitte."
a deep pang of regret flooded the man's heart, his veins draining of any warmth and leaving him cold as steel. had he taken a wrong step? had he offended his brother? disgusted him? the falter of his smile seemed like a death sentence, all of reality crashing down on his fantasy world of intestinal arbors and ribcage suits - a wedding fit only for the dispossessed and the damned. he had been a fool, to think he could be allowed to stay this close to someone who he not only wanted but needed. he'd committed the crime of all crimes, and for that he would be punished.
he was about to break free of his thorned chains, cast himself into the confines of empty loneliness, when the familiar tug of tangled fur brought him to a rigid halt. he was almost sure vali had possessed his dear kaprasius, ready to strike revenge on him with the ultimate form of irony. but instead he felt the steady rhythm of a thrumming heart against his ribs and the warmth of heavy breathing along his neck and ear. his own breath caught while his stomach tightened into a knot, heart accelerating and his veins beginning to boil. he could feel every muscle, every curve, of his brother. there was a certain electricity between their touch - one only meant for midnight lovers who'd binged on lust and alcohol. he knew it was wrong, knew it was unlawful. but how could it feel so right? it was as if sandman, oh so devious and demented, had cast him into one of his forbidden fantasies and allowed him to live it. his heart slowly overruled his mind, blurring all lines of morality and gave in to the pleasure. he could feel the light pressure on his back, but he did not collapse under it. he would not allow anyone to have the upper hand, not even dear kaprasius. he would have to earn his absolute trust first, to be given that right. he waited until he heard the deliriously forbidden tones of his kin, felt the warmth of his breath on his ear, before allowing a groan of weakened defeat slip from dried throat. he slipped beneath the man's neck, taking time to relish the beat of his delicious heart against his ribs. if he hadn't treasured this man so much, he'd tear into his very cavity within a moment and live within his veins for a week. but that wasn't the case. he wanted to share everything with his dear brother, however sinful it became. he curled his own neck around the man's shoulders, applying little pressure and allowing a simple word to fall beggingly from his quivering lips. "bitte."
TABLE + CODING BY TIFF
!! jae wears a full deer carcass (excluding legs) draped over himself
