#awaitedembrace

awaitedembrace replied to your post “WE SEE YOU HAVE NOT CURBED YOUR GLUTTONY IN OUR ABSENCE”

[it strikes the lollipop, shattering it] NEED WE REMIND YOU OF THE PUNISHMENT YOUR SINS NETTED YOU LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LEARNED NOTHING.

Zeke looks at the sticky mess on the floor, dismayed, then looks up at the add-on. He begins to back away in terror, but then scowls, albeit shakily. He tries to snap at it, but it comes out as barely more than a whimper.

[VIBRATES RAPIDLY]

[For the nightmare meme]

For once, everything is okay.

All is bright and colourful, and not in the same harshly vivid way as Bismark, and the intoxicating scent of sugar fills the air. Zeke’s fondness for licking things he probably shouldn’t doesn’t backfire here; literally everything is sweet and delicious, sometimes in ways he’s not even sure could be reproduced. There are trees here, real ones (though still pale, and still delicous), and bright icing flowers and delicate little bugs, all with as much fine detail in their spun-sugar wings as the most intricate illustrations he’s seen - all things he’s never seen before in person. He spends a while simply exploring, touching, examining, and only occasionally tasting, but eventually he succumbs to his gnawing appetite.

By a syrupy pond he plucks the wings from a dragonfly to feel them melt on his tongue before crunching down its iridescent little body. He gleefully licks melted chocolate mud from his hands. Eventually, he’s on his hands and knees, decimating a meadow of little pink flowers. There’s no shame; no one is watching, so why should he feel any?

"YOU DID NOT WAIT VERY LONG BEFORE TAKING YOUR MANTLE OF SIN UP ONCE AGAIN, WORM"

Zeke’s blood freezes, and slowly he gets up on his knees and turns to look, too afraid to make any sudden movements. Alpha multiplies into multitudes fit for its voice, the army unfurling from the single point like a patterned paper fan. Zeke pulls himself to his feet with difficulty, weighed down by his own indulgence, shaking his head slowly in terrified disbelief. The army bears down on him, roaring enraged epithets individually, and Zeke can swear in the crowd he hears the voices of people he knows, people he’d trusted, once. Tears clouding his eyes, he turns to run.

Or tries to. The soil chewed up in his crawling and grazing is literal molasses beneath his feet, and around his feet. All he does is fall on his backside, and he can only struggle as his ears are filled with the cacophony of a thousand screeching chains-