#furters

              amber eyes flicker downward, gaze dancing over scarlet paint adorns lips, accentuates porcelain features. interest drawn as it always is in presence of royalty. a wolfish grin parts king’s lips, exposing teeth,  he is as he always is, ready to snap maw shut around the throat of sheep. it isn’t personal, he has always been this way, even with his own pups, crosby being especially accessible to that particular cruelty, not that it matters now, not here at least.   “ baby. ”   voice all but a purr, honey soaked, warm and seductive even as fingers curl around jaw, tilt prince’s head back so orian can study him.   “ don’t... don’t test me, you won’t like what happens when you do. ”    a question perhaps, a calling : or maybe you would. or more likely for the man who owns la, a threat perhaps, a warning ( oh, you may be the prince but i am king. ) 

as he should❤️

                dead thing’s amber eyes flicker over other creature, their immediate reaction is interest, a feeling that prickles down their spine. creepy, kinda hot. neck cracks as head tilts, green strands falling to side, a flurry of them shift with movement. lack of filter pulls words from dry lips.   “ you’re hot, but in that, god please step on me, kinda way. ”

𝟎𝟔 .     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .        the     eyes     themselves     are     brown ,        a     shade     so     dark     the     irises     and     pupils     appear     indistinguishable     from     each     other .        there’s     a     slight     darkening     beneath     them ;        not     bags ,        not     quite ,        but     just     a     slightly     shadowed     nuance     to     his     skin ,        which     somehow     makes     the     soft     areas     beneath     his     eyes     seem     more     vulnerable     and     delicate .        his     lashes     are     thick     and     above     average     in     length ;        they     truly     frame     his     eyes ,        draw     the     gaze     towards     them ,        add     to     their     intensity .        his     lashes     don’t     break     or     fall     off ,        and     his     eyes     never     redden .        he     likes     to     have     his     eyelids     gently     touched     when     trying     to     sleep        (      a     secret     only     romantic     partners     know      ) .        there     is     always     a     clarity     in     his     gaze ,        a     severe     intensity ,        as     if     one     can     physically     see ,        by     looking     into     his     eyes ,        that     he     truly     knows     the     secrets     of     what     the     world     looks     like     and     how     it     works .

𝟏𝟐 .     𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 .        his     lips     are     soft     and     full ,        though     not     very     protruding ,        and     a     pale     pink     in     colour .        the     corners     of     his     lips     are     naturally     turned     slightly     upwards ,        which     tends     to     give     an     impression     of     mischievousness     that     is     very     rarely     accurate     or     relevant ,        but     he’s     always     liked     the     idea     of     it ,        that     hint     of     pleasure     or     smugness     on     one     of     his     features .        touching     or     kissing     his     mouth     feels     equally     intimate     to     him ,        as     does     putting     it     against     the     skin     of     another     person ;        it     makes     his     lips     tingle     in     a     way     he     adores ,        and     will     chase     after     with     his     actions .        he     licks     his     lips     often ,        despite     lack     of     a     need     to     do     so ;        his     can’t     dry .        it’s     somewhere     between     a     tic     and     just     habit .

          ‘     -----     now ,       what  makes  you  think  i  wanna  stay  ?     ’

                    “ HEY ,  anybody ever tell you, you gotta nice smell ? what’s a guy gotta eat to smell like that ? ”