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🚢 lost {Senthori}

Even in this dreaded neverland- far away from everything Sanori knew, there was Senth in his loving embrace. Perhaps the figure that resembled the typical representation of death should have scared the young man- but it had not. It seemed like the sweet young mothman could not phantom Senth to be anything but protective, safe and loving to him. He knew that Senth was a rough one- a bad guy. Though the cryptid simply did not care for those things when he was not the villain in his story. No, in the story of Sanori- written in light touches of fingertips used to grab onto weapons -Senth was a hero rather than a villain. The ink to type this story was made with smiles and the deep voice of Senth echoing through a phone connection rather than harsh screams and needless violence. This narrative was Sanori’s own- a magical connection he imagined up mostly in his own mind unknowing how far Senth was willing to follow him in this fairtale.

It did not matter- not now as they sat here with the cold air cooling off his heated cheeks as he slowly kissed the other man. Making sure he tried his very best but still kissing so clumsily, giggling a little into the kisses as he felt their teeth clash. Making  a small surprised sound as the other shifted them and laid Sanori down on the leaves he so diligently made into a bed for the two of them and letting his hands being let up as his wings rolled out underneath him. Now on the ground he looked up, black eyes overflowing with emotions but mostly heat, and smiled into the kiss. “You’re so handsome,” he murmured against the other’s lios. “You’re so so so so handsome Senth, you have no idea how hot I think you are.” He wanted to touch. Knowing howthe remainders of a shirt hung uselessly on Senth’s toned torso. Oh- how he longed to touch Senth, make sure that the other knew that Sanori wanted him. That he wanted the other- though this was a little scary too with Senth so close and yet he did not experience fear. Just the realisation he probably should.

“I want to touch you- He whined a little, tugging on his restrained hands.

Truly selfish in his actions and thoughts, the preliator couldn’t be bothered to think about the many broken destinies that were slowly sinking into the vast abyss along with the ship. In cynical pragmatism, Senth blocked those cries and screams off, not even bothering to keep them a place in the back of his mind but instead simply discarding of them completely. As if they weren’t even the background music of that paradise he’s found for himself and Sanori. And in that enchanted world inhabited by no more than two souls, the preliator could only focus his attention on the precious creature underneath him, only hear the melodious small sounds that he made, only see the flushed cheeks that complimented those big, black eyes that always carried so much warmth when their gazes would meet. 

Far from bothered by the lack of experience, Senth found it endearing, only awakening in him a mixture of affection and the most sinful of intentions — touched by the trust Sanori proved to have in him, to express himself so freely, yet at the same time fueled by a desire to taint that pristine creature, to make those lips know his perfectly and move only in the way that he liked. No one else, but him, to enjoy the delightful, sweet taste of the mothman’s mouth. “Shh.” He whispered, gently capturing the younger’s bottom lip in between his teeth, only to lose control over his impulses and leave a harsh bite upon it. Yet as sudden as the clenching of his teeth was, in the same way Senth brought himself back to his senses, straightening his posture to have a better angle to admire the precious creature that laid underneath him. Restrained on that bed of leaves that he so diligently built for both of them. 

With such sight, with the little whine that poked at his most carnal of instincts, the preliator felt a wave of heat wash over his body, making the muscles of his face twitch subtly as he had to practically clench his teeth to keep his limbs from moving. Everything about the picture that unfolded before his eyes prompted him to leash out, to enact the dirtiest of fantasies that would entertain him in the privacy of his bedroom as thoughts of Sanori flooded his mind. In frustration, the prealitor squeezed the hands in his hold, yet soon enough released that pressure as he realized — it was the first time they’d share such intimate moments. And if anything, he wanted Sanori to be left with the fondest of memories. 

Nightlife {Senth&Ethir}

somewhere in Nowhere {Senthori

“It is mean to say someone doesn’t exist- don’t you think?” he asked in a soft tone as his breath stuttered as he saw the other’s tongue and wished to be kissed already. The other was perhaps a, kind of grumpy, non-believer but damn he was hot. The way Senth behaved and carried himself was so hot. Sanori didn’t let people come too close usually- not that he didn’t have a fling here and there… Though usually he would do it with people travelling through the town of Nowhere instead of someone living here. Too dangerous.

Too dangerous. He felt the excitement go through his body, electricity almost as he laughed at the mention of turning the lights off. He reached over and flipped the switches off, only the orange light from the bar shining through from under the creaky old door.

Kisses against his skin made him tilt his head more to allow more access and the mention of a prude mothman had him smirk. Had he been a worse man- less careful he would have shown the other his wings and devoured him. Overwhelmed the other with what he was and shown him a taste of the supernatural he so insisted did not exist at all. Instead he pulled Senth up to his lips- taking what he wanted all along. The sweet nectar of the other’s lips as he kissed him and slipped his tongue in after. Hands found the other’s cheeks as he cupped his face and smiled into the kiss.

“I don’t think a monster would be prude, Senth.” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss. His voice low and sultry as he caressed the other’s cheek and then wrapped his arms around Senth’s neck and tiptoeing a little as he had to pull the other down for a second kiss and grinning into the kiss. His heart skipping a beat as he felt the other against him and not addressing that at all in his mind. Skipping over it and ignoring it like how Senth ignored the existence of anything magical.

The male completely brushed off the comment about denying someone’s existence — he didn’t have any time, nor any patience for that supernatural goofy stuff. Now his energy and focus were directed elsewhere, to a body he was sure existed, one that he could feel with the tips of his fingers. One that made him so thirsty to explore, to discover more of, to strip naked and claim for the night. Whatever thought about the small town and its’ population was slowly slipping away from Senth’s perception as his senses were captured by Sanori’s scent, his lips trembling with the desire to have a small bite of that soft skin they were brushing against. 

Had he known how ignorant he was, the male would probably have the shock of his life. Not only once did it cross him that the man that was setting his senses on fire was the very Mothman he kept joking about. It was pretty ironic, but then again many things were and at this point little in his life made sense. But Senth was ambitious, or better said stubborn enough to delude himself and deny reality through all these pragmatic and seemingly logical explanations, preferring to see his very ignorance in others. 

🚢 lost {Senthori}

“Oh but it is quite alright, I already know you’re not a human and you know I am not one too. So it is fine, right? No one else saw us.” he tried to reassure the other, knowing the stress of having to appear as human as possible. His own father trying to make him look human every day when they went out- sunglasses and poncho’s galore! At first the moth had not understood the assignment- then he realised that the humans out and about did not know that the supernatural existed and things slowly fell into place. It was dumb for sure but he understood.

Kinda.

He laughed as the other brought him closer and the subject shifted into something more casual. The fire was nice and warm, making small sounds as they sat there and he grinned at Senth’s admission that down there still was intact. “Good to know.” He thought about the monsterous form of the other before he was brought back to the here and now by the other’s hand. Being brought closer to Senth before his large black eyes focused on the other man. Antiipation making the moment even sweeter and softer before their lips met and Sanori let out a deep sigh of anticipated relief.

His arms wrapped around Senth’s neck as he pressed closer to the other into the kiss. Lips parted as he invited the other in, slowly moving his lips. A bit clumsy but needy and willing to learn as he ran one hand through the other’s still wet hair and massaged his scalp. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he tried to kiss the other with as much skilled passion as he could- this was happening. One moment he was near drowning and the next he was kissing one of his beau’s on a desolated beach.

His father would be proud, although this was a really bad moment to think of papa. He paused the thought out of his mind as he shyly licked against Senth’s lips and tongue and moaned into the kiss. The sound soft and whimpering but definitely there as he made out. Pulling away for a moment to catch his breathe he looked at Senth and laughed a little. Cheeks red and with a happy grin on his lips before kissing the other again, making sure Senth did not have a chance to second-guess this moment at all.

The other would not escape again, damnit.

As the other’s arms enveloped his neck, the preliator carefully let go of his chin, his hands slowly travelling down Sanori’s body, fingers trailing along the waist line. Yet all those cautious motions soon became more aggressive as the male seized both sides of the other’s waist, desperate to bring him closer, to feel his chest motioning up and down against his own with each heart beat, with every breath the younger took. Setting all worries aside and putting past behind him, where it rightfully belonged, Senth allowed himself to indulge in the moment they shared, to be consumed from within by the fire that burnt his insides in such a delightful way. It was as if time stopped, as if realities were altered and there was no yesterday, nor tomorrow. Just the two of them, and a whole world specially build for them to exist into. Without anyone else. 

The neediness that Sanori’s movement exuded, that dripped from his lips into the kiss they shared, Senth took it all in for himself, along with the clumsiness that he so much enjoyed. It was refreshing in a way, far more pleasurable than any well-versed plumpness could be. It was so raw, so primal, in a way that made the preliator’s mind cloudy with the energy that flowed between their bodies. He didn’t want it to stop, not for a single moment, his chest heaving out a short, harsh sigh as their lips parted. Although short-lived, the break was enough for the preliator to capture Sanori’s gaze, to feel even more intoxicated with the beautiful creature in his arms. Contrasting with the younger’s demeanour, Senth’s expression remained serious, too caught up in his own world, too inebriated with lust to even mimic a smile.

🚢 lost {Senthori}

The laugh he let out at the I take you whole was nervous but positive as his cheeks reddened and he nearly choked on his spit. Instead the mothman coughed and tried to play it off as just a cough. It failed miserably. “I never said you couldn’t.” Sanori answered before he continued to reshuffle the leaves and make sure it was as comfortable as a bed of leaves could be. He listened to what the other was saying- about the turning and he didn’t know what it really meant.

“Why did you swear you wouldn’t?” he asked finally and then smiled at the other “You wouldn’t let me down, not even if we had died in the ocean Senth. We were together and you tried to protect me. Whether you succeed or not. It is about the intention right? Would you think less of me if I did not win a fist fight for you? Even if I tried really hard?” he held up his fists playfully and then let them down again as he watched the other become his Senthi again. “You’re back.” He whispered as the other’s eyes and smile returned and he felt his heart skip a beat at the visual.

“it is a good outfit.” he murmured and then snuggling up to the other. “It isn’t about liking more or less- but you didn’t have lips or eyes Senthi, I like you for you but I also like how you look like, like this.” he gestured awkwardly to the other’s face and body and then his cheeks flushed a little dark red. “I mean the claws were nice.” he murmured “but how would you kiss me with no lips?” he asked “Do you even still have a… you know what?” he gestured to the other’s groin “When you’re in that form, huh?” he challenged as if he had to prove the whole liking Senth better with flesh and skin thing.

“if so, I’ll think on it.”

Although it touched a matter Senth wasn’t fond of revisiting, the prealitor made a promise to himself, and at least those he couldn’t bring himself to break. Little by little, with time, Sanori was to learn who he was, what his life was like, there was no point in hiding. Being closed off and avoidant, keeping his past a secret only made him act unreasonably, foolishly, and brought him almost to the point of losing the other. “When uncle brought us to the human world, he had us swear we’d never shift. No matter what. ‘Cause we had to blend in, be like humans, act like humans, all that. And I didn’t, no matter what. This was the first time.” 

As he spoke, Senth’s free hand lifted, gently cupping the younger’s cheek as to make him face him, “I don’ regret it at all. It was worth it to do it for you.” Listening Sanori’s hypothetical equivalent situation only made the preliator let out a chuckle, but his mind didn’t change the slightest, and he couldn’t help but be proud and glad that he succeeded in bringing them both to safety. The intention wouldn’t have been enough. The intention only would’ve made of them both nothing more than sharks’ snacks. “You keep those fists to yourself and stay away from fist fights. Understood?” Senth said teasingly, his fingers travelling upwards, ruffling the younger’s hair. But nonetheless, he appreciated, and found it so endearing how Sanori could even imagine getting into a fist fight for him. Even if he would never let such a thing happen. 

🚢 lost {Senthori}

Was Sanori trying to navigate his trauma through trying to talk about a more erotic time when they were giggling and laughing rather than scarred for life. Sanori would argue he had been through enough scarring- and so had Senth. He did not think anyone would agree with him though, especially the lines of fate did not seem to conform to this train of thought.

Senth was going to be eyeless and lipless longer? Sanori made a face but didn’t voice his disgruntlement towards this. “Fine, yes. A bed.” he said and got up, with a sigh he started to collect dry leaves and gather them together as a makeshift bed. He worked silently as he heard some explosions coming from sea, but didn’t turn to look at it- even though he liked the light. He didn’t like what it signified and hoped people would be able to save themselves.

Should they have gone back? Try to save more people? The guilty conscience gnawed at him- he had been so happy to be with Senth and to have him there that he had not thought of other victims at first. Maybe he was really egocentric…

Senth was back before he really noticed it and then nodded “That’s okay, take what you want.” he said softly. He was cold anyway in only the shirt so what would some extra fabric do or not do?

“I like your claws.”

Maybe it was selfish of him, but Senth didn’t pay a second thought to the people left behind. He’s done his part, he’s tried to help as much as he could, get others in the boat, even risking his place there by Sanori’s side. Everyone had a destiny, and so did he. However, his wasn’t to be separated from the mothman. It was encrypted in his every fiber to survive and to protect those that he cherished. And in those very moments, the only one he had, the only being whose life depended on him was Sanori’s. Those were the thoughts that fueled his fire, those were the feelings that gave him a purpose, the means to push forward. To each their own, and to him and Sanori, each other. 

The answer given made a playful smirk appear in the corner of his mouth as he carefully ripped apart a small piece of cloth. “If I take what I want, I take you whole.” The prealitor whispered in a suave voice, as suave as it could be with its’ hellish undertones. Turning around, Senth returned to the task of building the fire in the most rudimentary of ways, using rocks to ignite the piece of fabric that he then threw into the wood he’s gathered. “I kinda forgot how to use my hands with them. It’s been years since I last turned. I’m not supposed to.” Senth muttered as he carefully swung a leaf to aid the fire. 

“I’ve sworn I wouldn’t, not in the human world. But if I didn’t now, we’d be dead. I can’t let you down.” Satisfied with the way the bonfire looked, Senth finally stepped away from it, only to then place his thumb in between his fangs, biting harshly on the tar-colored flesh until a black liquid dripped down his limb. With grunts of pain, his body little by little shifted, the human underneath eventually appearing once again, with nothing but torn fabrics covering his skin. 

Nightlife {Senth&Ethir}

somewhere in Nowhere {Senthori

Oh yes, Sanori was of the same kin as Senth- for sure. He smiled innocently at the other as he spoke. It was true that he did not understand the motivations of the other for coming here. The most magical town in the state. “Mmmm” He reacted to the comment about the housing. It was true that Nowhere was a cheap town- with reason too. “Point taken, neither am I.” which was also true, it was kind of hard to build up riches being a mothman. Here in this tiny town he could lay low and build up relationships with the locals who were mostly really nice even if they were a little nutty.

Oh, the other was interesting alright. As they entered the room Sanori had expected the other to sit down or refuse the offer and go to his car to sleep on the backseat. Instead- he paused as the other suddenly got so forward and his cheeks flushed red as he blinked a few times to keep the human facade up. Being startled had almost made him pop out the magically hidden wings and black sclera’s. Luckily his back remained wingless and his eyes stayed with eyewhites.

“You think you’re interesting enough for the witches and mothman to make them come after you? Have you been so mean to them?” he asked in a soft voice as he played along and stepped closer and tilted his head slightly at the man. Reaching out and sliding his fingertip over the other’s lips. “I would be upset too if someone kept insisting that I didn’t exist.” a fib, of course and then added “I can protect you from the witches, but if mothman wants you, he will get you.” he whispered as he leaned in and against Senth.

Lips ghosting over Senth’s as he studied the other’s eyes and the lazy smile stayed on his soft lips as he waited for the other do or say something.

“Mean? I wouldn’t say that. Interesting though...” A cocky smirk formed upon the male’s lips as he slightly tilted his head to the side, the tip of his tongue subtly gliding across his bottom lip. The pause was intentional, curiosity taking the best of Senth, who wanted to see if the other would give his opinion about the matter. Truth be told, the male was pretty confident, he knew his assets and also knew how to make use of them when his interest was caught by someone. And compared to most of the people he’s seen around town, Sanori was quite a catch, almost as if, ironically, he was otherworldly. Of course he wouldn’t miss such an opportunity. And even if the other was to reject his advances, Senth could at least tell himself he tried.

But it didn’t seem to be the case, as Sanori was responding rather positively to his innuendos. The redness of the other’s cheeks took the male slightly by surprise, but it was a pleasant one; one that prompted him to push forward. Instilled with boldness, Senth wrapped his other arm around the other’s waist, pulling him closer in a quick, strong movement, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against Sanori’s own. “If you turn these lights off here and keep quiet, I bet the mothman wouldn’t find us. And if he does—”

🚢 lost {Senthori}

He wanted to do this himself, not with help and the other was already tired- he knew he was. Not matter how tough the other was. He laughed at what Senth said, his cheeks pink in the darkness as the other was so forward. Making a small sound and yelping as the other whispered, giggling as he pushed Senth to the side playfully. The trauma of before forgotten for a moment as they played and flirted. “Senth-ah! You can’t say that.” he whined as they walked and then paused as Senth did too.

“Together.” he repeated and focused on Senth instead, going to the forest but only on the edge as Sanori nodded and sat down, pulling some of the leaves off the trees. They were big and smooth to the touch as he put them down to sit on and then looked around more- nothing else could help. He sat down and pulled Senth down as well. Cold and wet- hungry and scared. Though he was with Senth and he trusted the other. Only his papa he trusted more.

Though Senth was good in other aspects too- Sanori shuffled a little closer. “I don’t know how to make a fire.” he whispered as he leaned against the other and paused for a moment. “Remember our call?” Was it obvious he talked about their phonesex. “That was nice.” he added in a soft voice- obviously the words of the preliator loud in his head. He tried to ignore the obvious trauma of the fire in the distance and the screams.

He would rather focus on Senth. “Can you bring your lips back, Senth?”

Although a bit reluctant, since the preliator thought his tasks for the evening to be far from done, he let himself be pulled down. Shuffling a bit in place, he quickly made himself comfortable by Sanori’s side, both arms wrapping around the smaller frame in a protective embrace. No matter what that island had in store, no matter what the whole world had in store for them, he was not going to let things simply happen. He wasn’t going down without a fight. If not for himself, for Sanori. 

The hollow orifice that was in place of his mouth twisted in a reassuring smile, his hand gently motioning up and down against the wet clothes that covered the mothman’s body. “Don’t worry ‘bout the fire, I’ll be taking care of that.” His eyes, or better said what could be considered eyes, were focused on the other the whole time; of course Senth immediately understood what Sanori was talking about, and he thought it was better that the incidents from earlier weren’t preoccupying the younger’s mind. 

“I’ll bring my whole body back, not just the lips.” He said, one hand traveling up to the crown of Sanori’s head, gently ruffling his hair. “But first I gotta fetch some wood, to keep us warm and safe through the night. Who knows what kinda creatures linger in this forest.” Oh, he wanted to hold Sanori, he wanted to be there for him in all senses possible, but at the same time there was a protective instinct he couldn’t go against. There was no point in staying there if their embrace would be the last. He didn’t want that. If he was to have Sanori in his arms, for himself, he wanted it to be for as long as possible. 

“Gimme a couple of minutes. In the meantime, can you find some more leaves like that one? And make a comfortable bed for us?” Senth spoke as he pushed himself back on his two feet, offering Sanori another encouraging smile, but not enough time to protest before heading off into the forest.

🚢 lost {Senthori}

The creatures Sanori had seen were many- after all he had been in the nightclub. HE had never seen a preliator in their transformed form though, Senth was the only one he knew (that he knew of). “Oh-okay.” Sanori murmured when Senth said that both were him. He liked the human form a lot better, he wouldn’t say that, even if it was obvious what his preference was.

He didn’t think that the other was okay at all and he did worry about Senth. “You helped me swim to the coast.” he pointed out as he looked up at the other and did not wince this time as he looked at him. Instead he smiled and realised that the touch of the other was still the same. “Don’t be ridiculous.” he murmured as he grabbed the other’s hand instead and locked their fingers as he started to walk through the sand. His wings were heavy but he did not want the other completely exhausted either.

“You saved me.” he said as he walked through the darkness, holding onto Senth’s hand. He paused before joking quietly “If you want me to ride you, we can always discuss that later.” he laughed, the first happy sound since they had noticed the ship being in trouble, his cheeks flushed pink. He was glad it was getting dark so the other couldn’t see how red he was in the face.

“We’re almost at the treeline, that should give us some coverage right?” Sanori asked as he nudged Senth and gestured. there were skinny palmtrees and then the forest seemed to thicken. “is this… safe.” he inquired as he pressed against Senth and couldn’t help but to look back at the fires in the distance, with people screaming and the sound of them dying…

A heavy sight left the preliator’s chest when being met with rejection, his back straightening as he understood that he had no chance to convince Sanori otherwise. He wasn’t all too pleased with allowing the mothman to walk by himself and carry along the heaviness of his wings, but at the same time he knew that, if anything, Sanori needed peace, not an useless argument. Thus, Senth bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed down his opinions, a smile creeping upon his mouth as their fingers intertwined. 

The suggestion made the male let out a soft chuckle, his hand gently squeezing Sanori’s own. “I mean, if you’re in the mood. I ain’t gonna say no to that.” Senth added playfully, not only because he wanted to keep the mood positive, but also because he truly meant it. Leaning closer to the other’s ear, he whispered playfully, “I wonder if your wings flutter when you do it.” Indeed he couldn’t see, but knowing Sanori enough by now, the prelaitor could easily imagine just how flustered the younger must be with such a conversation. 

Upon observing the edge of the forest, Senth’s steps halted, his arm protectively wrapping around the mothman as he brought the other closer. For a brief moment, he kept silent, pondering on what to do while trying to push away the sounds of pure chaos and despair that came from behind them. Noticing Sanori’s attention being caught by the scenes that were still unfolding, the preliator carefully grabbed onto the other’s cheeks, forcing him to look him in the eye. Or better said, the pure darkness that took over his features. “It’s safe. We’re safe here. Together.” With a deep inhale, Senth squeezed Sanori’s hand, urging him to keep walking. “Come.” 

Nightlife {Senth&Ethir}

somewhere in Nowhere {Senthori

He liked sceptics. They were less likely to look at him twice and think huh, your eyes are a little big. Sceptics would think that his naturally big eyes were just a product of years of incest that had eventually led to a pretty boy who looked like he escaped an anime series. The mothman did not particularly like being assumed to be the child of an incestious town but the alternative was a lot worse. “Is there any town with a 24/7 car service that is this small?” Sanori asked, tone amused. This was a funny fellow and hot too.

“Poor moth.” Sanori laughed and eyed some of the men waking at the stranger’s loud laughter and gestured for them to go back to sleep. Nothing to worry about. “I don’t think Mothman likes scotch though, he seems more of a bloody mary guy.” Which was, incidentally, Sanori’s favourite cocktail. “It is true I have never seen a mothman walk through that door” because he did not see himself walk through the door, did he “but just because I haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. This whole town thrives on believing things you don’t see. Why did you come here if you’re such a heretic?”

He poured the man another drink, from the house, it seemed like he needed it. “You’re an interesting man to live here.” Sanori said after Senth’s little speech and with a small smile he added “I am glad you think so highly of our mothman. It is true-” he got up from behind the bar and gestured for Senth to follow him to the backdoor where there was a couch with a blanket. “You can sleep here till morn’ then I can fix your car if you want.” he smiled at the other and added “besides witches are way more likely to break your car, or the cultists.”

Sanori didn’t like the cultists, too loud and angry and set on sacrificing animals. He made a face as he said their name.

“I’ll be awake and protect you from the evil mothman, okay? Besdies if you keep being loud you’ll wake up the others.”

The size of Sanori’s eyes didn’t raise any sort of suspicion in the man’s mind, probably because he’s trained himself to simply ignore anything that was in any way out of the ordinary, just to be able to cope with the general attitude of his neighbours. The words that left the other’s mouth made Senth slightly squint his eyes, incidentally sipping on the scotch at the same time, but it wasn’t the taste of alcohol that gave way to such reaction. For once, he felt like he could have a light exchange with someone that hopefully held the same views as him, but now the male felt somewhat scolded, somewhat mocked for his lack of belief and the, indeed, poor choice of moving in Nowhere. “Cheap houses, and as you can see, I’m not the richest.” He said shortly, shrugging his shoulders before his fingers wrapped around the glass, offering Sanori a nod in gratitude before bringing it to his lips. 

With the compliment, Senth pressed his lips together, the plump pair shifting into a proud smile as he downed the contents of the glass in one shot, before getting up as well, following Sanori towards the backdoor. It was the moment when he actually got to have a proper look at the bartender, since frustration took the best of him moments ago. Involuntarily, perhaps with a little aid from the alcohol that was slowly settling into his system, Senth allowed his eyes be captured by the way the other’s hips swayed as he walked, only naturally his eyebrows rising a little, definitely pleased with the sight. Once inside the room, he looked around, a bit taken aback by the suggestion to spend the night there, for a sleepover. And since he found Sanori to be by far the most interesting person to encounter in that town, last thing the male wished for was to be left all alone until dawn. 

🚢 lost {Senthori}

They were safe. On the sand and while Sanori’s wings felt heavier than ever he knew they were saved. Thanks to Senth- the other had saved him and protected him. Sanori had not really seen Senth’s face- he had just seen it disappear into darkness so in his mind the other’s whole face had become the night itself. He slowly peeked up and blinked.

“Oh, you still have a face.” Kinda. he murmured as he looked at the other and then snorted “That’s not true! I would have to practice though- is this how you look? Or is the other face also you?” he asked, confused for a moment as he tried to get used to the monstrous face. It was… different, a little scary for sure. Though he was not afraid of Senth, it had been a shock to see Senth change though.

He sat up slowly and cringed, he was hurt but not too bad- cold and soaked and there was sand everywhere. He made a sound of pain before looking at Senth. “Your eyes are gone are you blind?” he asked, worried. Then looking up and around, there was a huge fire in the distance and the mothman made a face at that as well, while he loved lights and fire, he didn’t think he liked the ship on fire…

“Can you stand?” he asked as he very slowly stood up, his wings heavy but oddly stabilizing him as he balanced on his feet. “There’s a forest, do you think we can find shelter there?” He patted down his pockets and found his phone (soaked) and pouted as he noted that he lost the ring of his father to summon him.

The confusion Sanori displayed in front of his true form made the preliator laugh. It was endearing how lost the younger seemed to be, probably, surely, never having had seen someone of his kind before. Now, Senth did not have human vessels, like demons, for example. The way he looked in his human form was the result of pure hazard. Depending on his luck, he could’ve turned really bad, or really good. Senth thought of himself to be somewhere in between, which was good enough. “Both are me. One happens to be better looking than the other.” The preliator said jokingly before pushing himself up. 

Although he could feel the fatigue of fighting against waves still in his muscles, being trained to endure great amounts of pain ever since childhood made the man more resilient. Also, readier to pick himself up and push his limits further and further. Letting out a few low groans, Senth stretched his arms, shoulders and neck, another short chuckle escaping his chest. “Nah, not blind. Don’ worry ‘bout me now. Let’s focus on getting you dry and sheltered from the wild. First things first.” As he spoke, Senth’s hand gently brushed against the top of Sanori’s head, slowly travelling down to the younger’s nape. 

Pills come in Pink { Senth&Merry} 

Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing and she wasn’t even completely joking. Thinking the other was pretty hot and handsome enough to take it seriously. “Hmm, dry lips are a killer. We should do something about that as soon as possible.” she purred.

A blacksmith. “Oh so all sweaty and covered in dirt? that’s hot.” she answered as they walked and then made a small sound when he drew his own blood. “Honey, no. You shouldn’t do that. It’ll attract the vamps.” She mumbled and put a napkin on the wound. Pulling it from a small plastic pack and making a small sound.

She linked her arm with the other and it was nice holding onto a strong man like this, it had been a while. It would almost make her sentimental. “Hmm? Well, it is nice and soothing for me to be underwater even if it isn’t really under the water. I like it because it reminds me of home.” she answered truthfully. Walking to her home she gestured. “This is me, thank you Senth.” she said and there was a soft tone to her voice before she leaned in and pressed a kiss against the other’s cheek. “Let’s meet again soon to discuss our… plans?” she asked and her hand rested on his bicep for a moment longer and then nodded.

- -

A small, perverted smirk formed subtly in the corner of the preliator’s mouth with the remark, pleased that she picked up on the not-so-subtle innuendo and positively responded in exchange. Was Senth after something? Maybe. But truth be told, few were the cases that could make him refuse something.

Guided by her, the preliator followed diligently, taking advantage of every opportunity to steal a glance of the gorgeous creature by his side, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips at the question. “Quite like that.” Senth said shortly, not wanting to add more details, technical or otherwise; Merry already pictured the setting, there was no reason to spoil the fantasy with unnecessary talk. Taken slightly aback by the sudden gesture, the preliator watched his thumb be quickly covered by the napkin, eyebrows slightly arched in a slightly exaggerated look of disbelief. Senth didn’t know much about attracting the vamps, but surely drawing his own blood compelled gorgeous ladies with infinitely long legs to attend his wound, which was worth the risk. A thought that made him involuntarily lick his lips, but one that he didn’t voice out loud, instead preferring to nod with an apologetic look, his other fingers pressing the covered digit against his palm, to secure the napkin there. 

“I see.” The thought of home threw the preliator in a slightly pensive state, flooding his mind with all places visited, all places that he’s inhabited for little time or a longer period, and how none of them compared in the slightest with his actual home. The sudden halt of their steps and the kiss upon his cheek managed to bring the male back to reality, and with a hand lightly placed on her waist, Senth took a step back, “Again soon, anytime, you know how to find me.” Before turning on his heels, the preliator’s hand traveled back to Merry’s own, gently taking hold of it to then bring it up, close to his lips, placing a small kiss on her fingers. 

🚢 lost {Senthori}

Darkness had never scared him as much as right here, right now. It terrified him how dark it was for the first time in his life as he was in the water. People screaming around them and the sounds of the large ship moaning and slowly sinking into the water scaring him. They needed to do something but what? He didn’t know. All thoughts of flying away had been rendered useless the moment he got soaked, he was not a great flyer to begin with but now- impossible.

He felt the other- Senth, touch him. He grabbed into the other man and was so glad that the man was here, with him. He didn’t notice the change at first just holding onto Senth as he was shivering and he felt his limbs tingle. “Senth.” he managed to get out- seeing the other shift before his eyes and pausing but he held onto the other man and he heard his voice. This was Senth. Even if his face had… temporarily left the building.

“Safe.” he repeated and tried to swim with the other, as they left the chaos behind and the sounds of explosions made Sanori try even harder- it was then that he saw something in the distance. A small patch of what seemed to be land. There was something akin to a tree on it anyway. “There, to the left.” he managed to get out, gesturing wildly to the little patch of land and trying to push Senth that way. Land land land land. They would be safe. At least for a little bit if they got onto land.

As soon as they got there Sanori still held onto Senth, not letting go as he laid on the sand of the small island. Breathing heavily as he just curled up against Senth, eyes closed and shivering. Trying to rationalise everything that had happened…

It was hard to rationalise anything right now. Though he focused on Senth’s heartbeat- that would help. “Senth, you okay? Your face disappeared…” he murmured, not daring to look up to see if the face had reappeared by now.

The screams echoing, entangled with the loud thuds of the waves crashing against what was still left of the ship above the surface, the raging sea, all gradually vanished from Senth’s mind as his limbs fought against the water, guiding both himself and Sanori from from that chaos. Survival alone preoccupied him, an instinct deeply rooted in his very being, one that was passed onto from a generation to the next one as his kin thrived, stubbornly fighting for every breath, for the chance to exist as the fruit of unfortunate beginnings. If there was something he could do, if there was something he knew how to do, it was beating the odds that played against his very life. 

As Sanori pointed to the left, the preliator took a small break, mere moments to allow his limbs a short-lived rest, before a grunt resonated inside what could be considered his throat. Then, there he was once again in motion, pushing the waters with all the force in his muscles, swimming at the greatest speed he could achieve, pushing himself beyond limits, to get himself and Sanori out of there as soon as possible. 

At the end of his strength, the preliator let himself fall onto the sand, his arm still tightly wrapped around the younger, as if at any given moment another wave could wash over the surface and take him away. His chest, tar coloured muscles covered in an armor of bones, heaved up and down, rhythmically. 

However, soon the silence was broken by a deep, low laugh, the choice of words amusing him as he realized that his image was probably a little hard to look at in his real form. “I’m fine.” The male said, his hand travelling up to Sanori’s head, gently and carefully ruffling the damp locks of hair for a short moment, before his claws could hurt the other’s scalp. “How ‘bout you?” As he turned his head to the side, Senth noticed how the male kept his eyes away from him, a small, bitter smile appearing in the corner of his mouth. “I don’t look my best, do I? Bet you wouldn’t paint me like this!” He said jokingly before shuffling in place, his eyes wandering across his own body, examining the torn pieces of fabric that were left behind from his clothes. Ruined, just like the life jacket that was no longer inflated and hung off his shoulders. 

🚢 lost {Senthori}

“You tried, and failed.” Sanori poin ted out but there was no malice in his voice. He just wanted to stau close to Senth. “But if I go on the boat then you’re not there?!” he whined and pressed against Senth and breathed in the other’s scent and wanted to just exist there. “What no- Senth?!” he yelped accusatory as he was being thrust into the lifeboat and Senth was still on the large boat. this wasn’t as he wanted it at all.

Panicked looking how Senth helped more people onto the boat and he was already close to crawling out of the boat to get to Senth when the other finally got into the boat and then curled up against his friend as the first wave hit the large boat and it shook and trembled and the lifeboat fell into the water with an enormous crash, some people fell off and screamed and Sanori grabbed onto Senth for dear life before opening his eyes and pulling a girl onto the boat with them again- her brother seemed to have disappeared.

More lifeboats were being lowered but as their own was making it’s way away from the cruise ship Sanori saw a large shadow in the distance and he cursed under his breath. “can’t we go faster?” he asked as he was freezing cold already, Though still holding onto Senth before he saw the large wave come close to them-

“Senth, before we die I need to tell you that I-”

Darkness. It was cold. It was freezing and Sanori didn’t know where he was, just that he felt like he had been hit by a baseball bat. His head hurt. The wave had hit them, pushed the lifeboat down and thrown all of them off it.

Though he was holding on, onto something- It was a hand and he grabbed onto it tighter as he opened his eyes and saw a vague shimmer above him- light? He wanted to swim up there- the lifejacket slowly raising them up and as soon as they hit the surface Sanori’s wings spread out as an extra floating device though he was shivering and his wings would soon get too heavy for even the floating device.

“Senth?” he asked as he looked around.

There were screams in the distance- he was afraid.

It took no more than the blink of an eye before all the chaos that unleashed upon them reached its’ peak, and after a loud thud, one that seemed to crash and wash away any breathing creature, any manmade installation, everything went silent for a good moment. Sheer terror could be read into the preliator’s eyes as he looked up at the immense body of water, roaring, dark like The Abyss itself, as if Hell came to indiscriminately claim all the souls that were on the ship not so long ago. As their bodies were being pushed down into the cold waters, Senth thought he was about to meet his end, but something within him impeded him from giving up so easily. It wasn’t about himself, not so much about himself as it was about the smaller creature that hung onto him for dear life. 

The lifejackets eventually pulled them on to the surface by pure inertia, and it took Senth no more than a glimpse at the spread wings that so beautifully came from under the water to make up his mind. His body, just like Sanori, shivered compulsively from the cold, and however strong he was in his human form, there was no way he could ever get them to safety. The human body wasn’t designed for that, it was flawed, too weak to fight against the roaring sea. Against the vow he’d taken long ago, Senth took his decision, and not after long, the skin covering his limbs vanished, so did the features of his face that morphed into nothingness, leaving behind only traces, orifices that resembled nostrils, eyes and mouth. 

“Hang on, I’m not— We’re gonna be safe, I promise you. You’re gonna be safe.” His voice came out, almost the same, but not quite, a little distorted, deeper, inhumane, almost nightmare-ish. 

somewhere in Nowhere {Senthori

When Sanori blinked and the light was just right- it would seem sometimes like his eyes were all black. A trick of the light surely (it wasn’t). Right now he stared at the newest addition to the pub who walked in, looking tired and angry. The whole atmosphere around the man was tense- Though Sanori had seen him around town. In the supermarket on Saturday morning specifically.

“One Scotch.” He grabbed the glass and polished it extra clean, wanting to know what the second request would be of the stranger. He poured him a drink and then chuckled at the other’s words. He had long stopped getting too nervous when people mentioned mothman. At first he had thought it was that they were onto him but that was not the case- no, they just loved talking about it and it brought some good tourism in so he only supported it. “I can help you at sunrise.” he offered as he poured the other the golden warm liquid and put the glass in front of the man, then poured himself one as well and tapped his glass against the one on the counter and took a sip from it.

“You’re new in town.” he stated, it wasn’t a question but a statement, nodding at the other. “You don’t believe the stories then, around town? It is said we are on a Ley Line.” he said and nodded to himself before pointing at a painting of the scary mothman on the wall behind the bar. “Y’don’t think he was the one breaking your car down?” He smiled at the other, daring a little- it wasn’t entirely clear whether Sanori believed in the witches and the aliens but he knew that he had not been responsible for the car breaking down.

“I heard we had a skeptic moving in.”

Upon hearing the answer, Senth let out a bitter-ish chuckle, his attention focusing rather on downing a mouthful of scotch than the one across the bar. “Wasn’t expecting help anytime sooner.” The male commented, disdain clearly present in his tone as, probably by now, his opinion on the people populating the town was not the greatest. Now, of course it was obvious Sanori wouldn’t be able to abandon the bar, thus the remark wasn’t directly pointed at him. Rather, it was an expression of the fatigue, of the annoyance that he has experienced ever since neighbours began feeding him stories about supernatural creatures. 

“A Ley Line, right.” The male repeated as the rim of the glass rested against his bottom lip, mere seconds after more of the liquid being poured down his throat, numbing every piece of wet tissue. Once again, the expression plastered on his features, his overall attitude, everything hinted at the absence of any belief. And soon, with the question, his skepticism reached its’ epitome, as Senth burst out in a loud, wholehearted laughter, manic almost. “Listen,” he began, setting the glass aside before leaning closer, both arms rested on the counter, “That rag I’m driving, no mothman would be needed to break it. Just a moth crashing against the windscreen would get the job done.” A pause fell upon his speech, only for Senth to lift one of his hands, his finger determinedly pointed towards Sanori. “You’re probably spending most nights in here. Both you and me know it, the only mothman you’ve ever seen is that one right there, in that painting.”