#emehritus

𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅  ,   and he had taken possession of my soul..

@emehritus​   \   terzo   :     i think i might havе fallen in love.

            there was no reason for them to be discreet now, in the cool night on the balcony where no one could see them. she had relaxed enough, thinking that he would perhaps grow closer now that they were alone, but he had stood right in front of her, taunting her with that stance of his and the smug look on his lips. when he’d leaned closer, she’d held her breath in anticipation for whatever he had in mind, only for it to leave her deflated when he’d merely taken a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear once more.

    A Sibling of Sin was expected to obey their highers, to trust in The Clergy and their orders. Which!! Vale was normally really good at!! They were normally good at listening to other people!! Normally! But! Okay! It wasn’t their fault that the rules of respecting and obeying superiors and Brothers and Sisters and Siblings above them were incredibly vague. As a new inductee, Vale listened to the Brother who dared them to skip their curfew and to sneak to the chapel and steal a grucifix to prove they did what was asked of them. 

    The Brother had warned them about things going awry at night. The walls having eyes, the ground shaking, the air going cold, sudden bright lights, the air getting foggy, the halls stretching onto infinity. All these things, things Vale didn’t believe. Well. Vale didn’t believe them until they happened. The sound of nails on cracking, breaking wood. Hearing breathing behind them, but when they turned around nobody was there.

    Grucifix tight in their hands, Vale stared into the darkness. “Brother? Is that you there?” Their voice wobbled and they stomped their foot to the floor. “W-Whatever you’re doing, this isn’t funny!”

❛  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 ?  ❜ 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐳

“wherever you are, my sweet prince.” never has there been hesitation in her response. the moon soft, as it illuminates their bodies. her own presently crammed between him & the steering wheel.. like a dirty little secret. a private deal, made in the parking lot. yet, on the contrary... it is just the symptoms of a whirlwind romance amidst a midlife crisis. alcohol bottles nestled in paper bags & sitting in the passenger seat. the seat where’s she’s meant to be. knees putting pressure on either side of his thighs, with a hand sweeping ‘cross his hairline. other hand cupping the back of his neck, as to not ruin his beautiful paint. she wants him to take control. to bring her all the places he used to frequent. “take me where your memories live.” she tells him. a desperate writhe to her form. kissing the tip of his nose heartily, & then his lips. “i want to know you...” she tells him. drinking the wine from his lips, in deep inhales. hand now running down his chest, from the collar. not so much erotic, as it is eagerness to be as close to him as possible. “i want to know every part of you, terzo.”

               ‘ believe it or not, some of us have more to do than fool around backstage with groupies all night. ‘ she didn’t even glance at him, her eyes remained firmly on her desk rather than whatever kicked puppy look he was giving her now. it had lost its charm after that night and gave her nothing but nausea ( or perhaps that was the morning sickness beginning to kick in? ) when she saw it.