girl, come resurrect him to the sky

Possession, need, and something worse-- all falling into place. Reborn as a new man, walking his hallowed halls once more. There's something beautiful about it. Beautiful, freezing, terrible. They're allowed to be terrible and resplendent in the same breath, just as all holy things are. Dread can't help himself. Not around her. Self control is a fickle thing, and he's allowed to let the mask slip around Deluge.

Distraction to the point of fixation, he can't fucking focus with Deluge all over him like this. That's not a complaint, no. Dread's head spins, reaching out to sink his teeth into her shoulder, into the space behind her ear. Needy. Codependency, need, desire, the fog in his head thick with it. Their bed made, as made as it would be for the duration of the trip, Dread is quick to step within her space.

If he'd been less tense, maybe it would have been playful. Every step heated, perhaps Dread is flexing. Needy, teeth at Deluge's scruff. Sinking in, pressing against her for just a moment before leaping upon the dais with a toss of his head. Regal. "Fit for a king and queen," a glimmer in his brilliant gaze, sprawling on his side. Beckoning. Bidding Deluge to join him.

"Dread"