#sherez

SINGLE DIGIT HOOKS ON LIP OF THE SPINE , slipping it from the cradle of neighboring books . Human skin . Promising .

he leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, his back a sharp silhouette against the vibrant and chaotic backdrop of jig jig street ⸻ the scent of street food, the murmur of conversations and the hum of cybernetic enhancements were giving life to his surroundings, providing justice to the heart of night city's underbelly. his chocolate spheres were cold and calculating, scanning her with peculiar interest, unsure of the bond enforced by unexpected circumstances. the cigarette betwixt his tiers flared briefly as he took a slow drag, the ember glowing like a tiny beacon of rebellion against the impinged darkness.

&. rivals ( to lovers? ) sentence starters ❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜ ( @sherez )

━〝  oh,  missed  me  that  much  huh  ?  〞calm  tone  uttered  with  no  hint  of  aggression  or  grievance.  odd  given  the  circumstances  (  though;  satoru  was  perhaps  no  stranger  to  the  extraordinary  )  between  the  two.  perhaps,  any  other  two  would've  come  to  blows  upon  such  a  greeting.  but  -  she  and  satoru  were  linked  by  a  thread  of  fate  that  laced  (  or  shackled,  rather  )  them  neatly  together.  bound  together  in  their  grief,  yet  never  daring  to  cross  its  precipice  to  confront  what  actually  happened.  it  was  forever  an  abyss  they'd  both  opt  not  to  gaze  into ; instead  leaving  it  as  they  had  found  it.  the  man  named  getō  suguru  was  a  canyon  between  satoru  and  those  around  him,  one  no  one  had been able to traverse  or  cross  to  truly  be  seen  by  him.

       the mirror shows a woman painted to the gills, hair in curls and lipstick thick on her mouth.   in the background, slightly muted, the club music’s bass nearly shakes the walls with reverberation.      ❝    some guys were lookin’ for you, baby,   ❞    her fingers peel a single makeup wipe from it’s package, too slow and off to be anything but extremely not helpful.   inebriation soaks the cadence of her tone.     ❝   weird fuckers too, so serious.   didn’t even stay for a drink.   insistent they knew you--  weird.   i told them i didn’t know you, never heard of your ass.   ❞

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤdip was sudden enough to send a rush to runner's brain, and hands are quick to anchor themselves on v's shoulders. there was only a moment's stumble in other's arms — but to sweep alt off her feet ( both literally & figuratively ) was a feat of which only this dear merc was capable. and oh so effortlessly, was she capable.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤthe flutter of altiera's insides were definitely among her favorite feelings, second to- of course- vasya's lips pressed to her own.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝ mh- best gift i've gotten all night.  ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤthere's a rot that dwells deep within her — one that he feels so intensely whenever she is at his side ; it is a starved darkness that eats and eats, eats some more as it slowly picks away at vasya's innards and skin. druid's own body and mind is chipped away almost in tandem, piece by decaying piece, with each passing embrace- what's worse is, he knows this to be true- but does nothing to stifle the bloodlust that boils something NASTY within them. can't.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤit's a darkness that reaches out and stakes its filthy claim on anything that dares come too close- that dares touch. their intimacy is not a mutual eating. it is a merciless devouring to the death — and he knows well it will be his death that would sate it so. they bed in submission to a lesser evil and consume each other all the same.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤcalloused hands curl at the dip of exposed waist and he can feel her body tense above him. even under the cover of night, he senses her hesitation. grip loosens, if only by a little- and he looks up. form shifts with back settled against trunk of tree, he lowers his hands from waist to the plush of her thighs that rest on either side of him.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤhalsin could almost lose himself in the sight of her like this — glowing with the halo of the moon beyond her being. silvanus crafted her carefully, and with much intent. as if she were created for him- ripe for his downfall. her voice is soft, but the weight of it his soul remains heavy yet.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤcan i touch you ?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤhe knows he should no longer accede. knows that if he allows her to reach out- to push her tangled roots deeper within the chambers of his still beating heart- that he will only then welcome this mutilation. this rot. druid takes her by the hand, fingers curl around her own as palm is pressed to his lips. firm. forgiving. yearning for everything she gives him.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤmay silvanus one day forgive him — for nature is no longer the only idol halsin lowers himself to.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤblunt teeth  graze softer skin of vasya's  left  hand,  softly first.  eyes are  unwavering  in their shared  meeting as  he  parts  lips  against  supple  flesh, mouth  closing over  the  mount  of   her  palm. teeth  bury  themselves in skin of the other,  making  home  in  the dip  of  her  hand.  they do  not penetrate, but press deeply enough only to engrave halsin's devotion to this idol into patient flesh.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤonly  after a  heated moment  does  halsin release   vasya,  fingers  pressing into  the indentions left  behind. they  are  warm in their  wake, but  not  permanent.   druid turns  head  once  more  and allows lips  to graze surface,  leaving trails of  phantom  kisses  along  the  wells  of  dentitions.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝ go on — act upon your instinct. touch me as you please ; but please know that if you do . . . i may not be able to stop myself until i've absolutely devoured you, too.  ❞