#corvoes

an overwhelming heat radiated from him,  as he towered over the small frame that outsider possessed.  no part rejected it, accelerated heartbeat causing lungs to close.  he swallowed, oxygen limited ;    oh, how infatuation could blind.  never before had he allowed anyone this close without flinching.  hot breath tickled sensitive skin, lids fluttering, eyes flicking between the ground and corvo’s visage.  tension between two rose,  slender fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, threading over chest with care.  ticklish movement went from collar bone to neck,  digits digging into flesh with a tender grasp  —-  pulling him closer, lower.   without hesitation, lips pressed against the skin of his throat.  through slow movement,  he assured each and every patch of bared flesh felt the passion burning in his chest.  one.  two.  three.  so he continued.  

a hum emerged from the bottom of his larynx, low;  leading to a slight whine.  hands wrapped themselves around corvo’s shoulders, tugging him nearer.  was he going too far?  he couldn’t be stopped ( and he doubted the other would want him to ).  this had been a request   —-  how could he not oblige?    appendages dug into hair,  desperate,  a sense of loneliness in the manner he grasped and grasped.  desire stirred emotion, kisses rougher each time lips came into contact with his skin.  a slight tilt in atmosphere, barely noticeable by anyone but himself.  he shifted, until their lips finally met;  sense of relief cleansing overbearing thoughts. 

they parted   —-   outsider distancing himself even if just to look at him.  cheeks flushed,  ivory and pale exterior doing little to cover it up.  despite the embarrassment,  a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.  an unspoken ‘i love you’ as their bodies remained close.

he needn’t tell the obvious, by now        ———–       he merely enjoyed saying it.

silence filled a gap between them,  both placed on the roof of the building.  to have him reach the ground with both feet was a rare occasion, even if by now corvo had witnessed his true height.  a small, fragile frame  ----   years of neglect marking his body frail.  touch oft made him fall ill with insecurity, the weakness of his physique startling even to himself.  he wished to overcome it.  he wished to be a different person.  there was no hesitation as he slipped off the balcony’s ledge, feet settling onto the floor with a slight thump.  with gradual movement, he closed in to corvo, his curious gaze evident despite the darkness of hues.  cold digits reached out, head tilting before skin contact was made. ‘t was but a brush of fingers, strands of hair gracing hand thereafter.  as they curled, lips parted, revealing a vulnerability that could easily be taken away ( were one to abuse it ).

❛   i’d forgotten the warmth of human skin.   ❜, as he lacked it himself.   ❛      ----   it’s pleasant.   ❜

listen to me., . ,. ,., ., .,., edi, the sweetest bean i ever did see, is a Gift™, okay, truly a 10/10 human being who is just the loveliest person i know. . .. damn, always so nice to me !!! and everyone !!! and just !!! UR DOING UR BEST AND IT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH AND I’M SO HAPPY U EXIST

i love u wtf is this this was so cute !!! UR SO CUTE !!! THANK U . ,. ,., ,. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS., ., ,. ., ,.

               WORDS ECHO FROM the pulsing heart, a gentle voice whispering a tune.   an unknown anger coated with adoration -- conflict stirs from memories so vague.   images & voices faded, drowning in crimson.   the face before her, a familiar visage & yet that same crimson washes it out.   focus is difficult.   haze falls over her as she struggles to fight for clarity.   no other subject has left her this way; she knows, she always knows.   every whisper & secret ever conceived.   nothing was kept from the heart.   pace quickens faintly, beating stronger.   silence hangs & it makes her ache.   moments pass, & a weary gasps escapes her.   he was there, she thinks, as the blade pierced deep & stole her breath.

                    ❝   do you think of her?   -- think of me?   ❞

               SHE CLINGS TO that, the panic of that moment & the suffering.   it wasn’t just her -- who she was.   she sees a child, frightened & confused.   such a sweet girl, innocent yet wise beyond her years. it brings peace to the heart, though soon all serenity is filled with worry.   & him -- he becomes clearer.   eyes soft, he makes her smile.   trust is overwhelming; there is no one she would rather leave her child to.   smiles fade sad as features change, gentless now hard & rough on edges.   cruelty is set in his stare; he has become the executioner of her court.   he is not who she remembers anymore.

                    ❝   bodies lie in your shadow, & the same blood that stains your hands stains the streets.   ❞   she can see if through his eyes.   red streets littered with bodies she failed to protect.   a vicious dog unchained, prompted on by handlers.   where did the loving man go?   it seems, she thinks, he died with his love.   ❝   i don’t know you anymore -- do you?   you’re different.  harsh, cold & dry like the air before a storm.   such violence.   ❞   she hums her own cryptic tune, harmonizing each echo.   an unending reminder of a woman lost, & an empress whose reign came to a violent end.

                    ❝   & it pains me to send you away,   ❞   porcelain features set in a frown, brow knit in quiet sadness.   it pains her to issue such orders.   days without him are far & few between for years  (  & many to come, she dreams  );  such a drastic change is one she does not take lightly, & she knows her heart will ache for him in his absence.   the empress places a hand to his cheek, thumb grazing gently over his skin, & she stretches onto her toes to kiss his lips.   her other hand runs down his arm & takes a hold of his. 

               JESSAMINE ALLOWS THE silent that follows to fester.   in the quiet, she hides her worries.   a bold move it is, one made of desperation, to send her protector away.   her voice of reason, a resonate light to cut through shadows – in times of doubt, it is he she turns to.   months without will be a difficult task, but she knows with such a delicate matter  (  one on which lives could depend  )  there is no one she trusts more to find success.   the needs of her people outweigh her own; she is not so selfish.   hands withdraw, folding at her waist.   she continues with a whisper, soft & akin to a lover, rather than empress,   ❝   but there’s no one else, you know that.