#martyrkill

THE TWINS WERE NEVER SEEN TOO FAR FROM ONE ANOTHER, two souls intertwined beyond mortal understanding. it was inevitable when they were summoned, together in unity. the elder of the pair, the more confident one, eagerly exploring their new home alongside their summoner as they learned this new world. but he cared for @martyrkill, fretting over them in silent gestures &&. low hums.

SHOULDERS RIGID, POSTURE PERFECT FOR HIS ROLE. his hands sat clasped together behind his back, statue - esque in all forms. only illuminous gaze followed @martyrkill around the nursery, watching a softness common to the lady vita bloom. the child was lively, full of energy &&. joy that brought his parents such happiness he had never seen. fitting parents, he knew. in the pits, neither he nor his brother could recall their own, either slain or abandoning them long before they could register their presence. perhaps that is why the pair were so taken by the lord emeritus &&. his lady wife.

⁀⚕      𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒚  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   robby  +  jj

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞  —  the  kind  that  pulls  at  every  line  of  his  face,  creasing  his  cheeks,  softening  him  entirely.  his  eyes  are  wide  and  brown  and  warm.  he  hovers  close  enough  that  she  can  feel  his  breath,  lips  just  shy  of  brushing  her  forehead.  when  he  spoke,  his  voice  was  quiet  as  a  secret.  ❝  close  your  eyes.  i  have  something  for  you.  ❞

⁀⚕      𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒚  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   jack  +  samira

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐮𝐩  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  without  a  sound.  his  arm  slid  around  her  middle,  drawing  her  back  until  she  fit  against  him  like  she  always  had.  his  lips  brushed  her  shoulder  —  settling  there,  breath  warm  against  her  skin.  his  voice  was  voice  rough,  the  last  of  sleep  still  clinging  to  the  edges.  ❝ you  should  still  be  sleeping.  what  are  you  doing  up?  ❞

⁀⚕      𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚  𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒚.      (      @martyrkill      ) | | |   ⤷   :   🧱  Pin  the  receiver  against  the  wall  while  kissing  them.  +  reverse  ?  for  dr.  mohan  and  abbot 

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐭.  that’s  the  thing  that  scares  him  most  —  how  instinct  takes  over,  how  years  of  restraint  snap  all  at  once.  his  hand  finds  the  wall  beside  samira’s  head,  then  the  other  caging  her  in.  the  space  between  them  evaporates.  he  can  feel  her  breath  stutter,  feel  his  own  pulse  roaring  in  his  ears.  this  moment  has  lived  in  the  back  of  his  mind  for  years,  half-denied,  carefully  buried.  now  it’s  here,  and  there’s  no  room  left  to  pretend  he  doesn’t  want  it.