kings of heavy metal

Björn Trygg · 02-07-2024, 09:22 PM

A giggle. Music to his ears. Björn tipped his head, rolled his shoulders back. Dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he takes her in. There's divinity in him, coursing through his blood. It lives in the woods, it thrives in the waters. All of the places wild things are, the gods are too. Björn himself, could be touched by it. Held by it. The harbinger, gifted as he is, has been touched by them. Some day he would delusion himself, he'd be the god of grays. Some day. Today, he is just a young man who believes. Settling in for what the angel from his nightmares has to offer, Björn lays on the warm, damp rock beside her. Comfortable.

Unblinking, she gazes into his eyes. The boy relaxes, settles. His own blinking slow, deliberate. Gaze raking over her lips, her teeth, her tongue. Though his heart races, Björn tries to keep his jaw relaxed. She's not under his skin. No, this is something far worse, though he wouldn't know how to put words to it until he's much older. Electricity as she touches him, a growl building in Björn's throat. Head spinning, slowly.

Her paw catching in his. Björn's free paw lifts, a claw of his own tracing tenderly across her jaw for the barest moment. Just a taste. Björn tilts his head forward, leaning down, only a breath away. Cat? Mouse? He can't tell anymore. Dangerous games are the best one, and he'd be happy to play with her. Voice low, an edge sharp within it. "What is it you do, hmm?" Commanding, though the bite of her nails into his paw is enough to make Björn's head spin. Delicious and terrible, all at once.

Björn's grip closed around the girl's, other paw closing in on top. Clasping, holding with the same intensity. Danger.

Danger.

BJÖRN
Ragnarök awaits.

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