#softesthug

    ❝   -------  that's  all  you've got?   ❞    normally, dionysus always comes to this pub to get  some flirt,  and actually  never failed  in the search. there wasn’t  any single time  where he didn’t wake up in some  unknown hot guy’s  bed naked with a slight memory of the pub the night before. and this time wasn’t  neither  a failure, he already found a  target,  damn and  he was so hot.  but he wasn’t gay, or so he looked like. anyway, this guy wasn’t an  exception  and maybe he could try going  slower  than usual on this one, but at any time he was sure  the prey  would fall in the trap of the  crafty hunter.      ❝   --  i have some more, and all the types  you wish.    ❞

it feels like a BUBBLE. like everything outside of the immediate space of his body is too far away. muffled, distant, like a head UNDER WATER. it feels like his body doesn’t belong to him –––––-– like he’s forced to watch himself stiffen like STONE, unmoving, unfeeling. it feels like nothing at all, or like so much of everything at once that he is WEIGHED DOWN by the gravity of it all.

it feel a bit like dying, he thinks. dying alive. there’s just NOTHING. the sound of the door opening behind him DOES reach his ears, however. he remains unmoving, mouth rusted shut from HOURS of silence and no will to move. he thinks he hears his name, and he wants so badly to call out, but there’s no movement. no change. 

if he could raise his head to speak, the words would be these.