Jul 9, 2019
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Fun to be writing again :D
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He ran his tongue over the petals of his mouth, tasting wine and sweetness, and drinking deeply of both. Unjustifiably possessive, he worshipped his god with lecherous devotion, and his king allowed the offering, just and divine as he was. He allowed Keith's hands to pay their tributes, allowed his impure mouth to taste divinity. Where his lord gave Keith took, greedy as desperate, and all the while he humbled Keith with the whimpers and sighs that would make far stronger men than him tremble and shake.
Keith is sworn to live his life protecting his king, a task he takes gladly, even when sometimes that extends to protecting his king from himself.
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My @sheithsecretsanta for @hnamvs ! Merry Christmas/Happy New year hani! I hope you like it! <3
I updated The Arusian’s Castle!
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It was like being doused in icy water. He could hear his name being called, but his vision had gone fuzzy, and he surged forward, cutting Shiro off by wrapping his arms around Shiro’s head. Shiro paused, before raising his arms and clinging to the fabric of the back of Keith’s shirt. They stayed like that in silence for a while, Keith’s eyes closed and still unable to stop his tears. Shiro nuzzled against his shoulder, hands stroking down his back, and it made Keith sniffle and pull away to realise he was the one being comforted. ‘Hey, hey… it’s okay…’ Shiro wiped a thumb over his cheeks, drying tears that hadn’t been collected on his clothes. He sat back into his chair, scrubbing a hand over his face in his embarrassment to try and clear the evidence of his sadness, but he could see the faint traces of a blush and smile on Shiro’s face, so he turned away to the sheet.