#sorrowsick

[ text; Fel ] yeah bro

[ text; Fel ] juts like. Lyin there.

[ text; Fel ] wild shit

RIAN FEELS LIKE HE JUST MIGHT be on fire. Every part of him that’s touching, even accidentally to Fel, is like a live wire of electricity running through a water current. Any second he might lose his mind, any moment and he just might fall over into an abyss off a cliff. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

There was something so INTIMATE about moments like these, quiet and careful and just on the edge of something else. His mind flickers back to that night…

❝ Hey now… A hand slaps to his chest, like he’s wounded, except the cowboy is grinning that way that sometimes has Fel’s cheeks heating, and he has no plan on stopping.

memes, accepting

damn it. the curse floats through his skull. (unsaid. unspoken.) but, thought onto himself, all the same. could she catch his internal mind thinks. had she known that an anxious kid was plotting his escape. but derailed by a game of hide-and-seek?

daughter had never met someone like vega before.

she held vega’s cool gaze without wavering, solely to study the strange colors of its eyes and the seams that ran across its face. fascinating. she wanted to record everything she could learn about the other. mother would want to know about someone even remotely like daughter, surely. perhaps mother would even ask daughter to bring vega to the aviary.

daughter resisted the urge to reach for the journal and pen tucked into her bag. if only she’d had the sense to remove them before saying anything.

@sorrowsick * Ankha sent : “I can take it if you need to take this out on someone.”

Ingvi snickers, lazily twirling the knifepoint on the table she’s lounging against. Death had dampened a lot of her fiery ways; she would have jumped at the chance, before, would have unsheathed her sword before Ankha had finished speaking. Now, that constant bubbling under her skin and quieted to a steady flow.

Billie doesn't often like to go pantiless—especially to a party, even if the party is like this. Even soft, the shape of her bulge under her dress makes her a little self-conscious. Mori's warm words before they'd left had reassured her—so did the way he holds her now and the way several other people in the room have eyed her.

Besides, it's hard to be self-conscious when the plug inside her starts to vibrate - she hadn't even realised it could do that.

It's going to become very obvious very quickly what sort of effect it's having on her.

RIAN IS PANTING FROM THE EXERTION, there’s heat along his cheeks and his body is already aching. It’d been him at first, but quickly he’d slipped backwards — Charon rearing his ugly head at the other now planted so very close to him. But it hadn’t lasted long. The cowboy had fought, tooth and nail to try and get back, to bring FEL back.

Now that he’s HERE…

Rian should tell him to stop. He’s got half a brain smushed up against this wall, with this slightly taller, nearly ethereal man in front of him covered in both of their blood — but the other half, the louder half, has him nodding instead. His eyes are wide, the sound of the other’s voice near shocking him down to his core.

It’s the hands, slipping and sliding and no longer shifting to HARM but to feel, rough against his skin. Sending alarm bells even as his body shifts, just the tiniest bit, a heave of breath, tongue wetting lips. Fingers on the button of his pants.