#wingspiked

@wingspiked : lap. for sender to sit on receiver's lap.

it has always been this, lingering touchesㅤ-ㅤthe kind that would leave one wanting for moreㅤ;ㅤhowever, it is never enough. not for them. so it is a hum of curiosity when the other slips into boothill's space, one knee coming up onto the cushion of the cowboy's current seatㅤ&ㅤthe other following soon after. his weight slowly dropped onto the cyborg's lapㅤ&ㅤit doesn't take long for his hands to reach for those hips. like they had always done thisㅤ-ㅤlike his body answered that dulcet call. " lil birdie's gotten bolder in the time i've been gone. " boothill teases, he had never said it back when sunday had first brought the topic to his attentionㅤ:ㅤbut the dark clothes suited the dove more than he let on.

but he lets those hands wander up under the other's coat, careless in the way it might crease sunday's shirtㅤ&ㅤuntil those hands come to grip at his waist, boothill cannot help the way he leans into the other's presence.ㅤit radiated warmthㅤ-ㅤthat soft, warmed scent of sunday that boothill gravitated towards every time. lips press themselves to the point of sunday's chin with a kiss before a grin paints his features. " i like that. "ㅤ

@wingspiked : there's a slow crawl of fingertips along the the metal of his hips, a skitter of his nails along metal. sunday, for his part, is feeling precocious - pulling his slighter form onto his tip toes. lips sink gently to the cowboy's own, a presence of his mind too brushing sensually against boothill's. teeth sink playfully into lower lip, pulling lightly as downy soft wing strokes along his cheek to guard their intimacy from the world. " do you like it? " he refers to the dark colors now draped upon his form, no longer a soft dove - but a crow, bathed in black.

his breath gets caught in his throat the moment fingers danced upon the expanse of his hipsㅤ-ㅤthe junction of human fleshㅤ&ㅤmetal leaves a tickling sensation that would light his flesh ablaze in prickling waves. where lips meet only ignites boothill's senses furtherㅤ;ㅤlong it has been since he's been graced with these tiers, they are as he remembersㅤ:ㅤsoft, gentle, amorousㅤ-ㅤback then, they were oft hesitant, exploratory of their action. but now, it is practiced, it is muscle memory in the way boothill brings his hand up to cradle the head of the halovian.ㅤit is familiar when sunday hides away the joining of their breaths behind downy feathers.

the gasp is soft, breathless when teeth sink into boothill's lower lip. that was something of a surprise, for it had always been the cowboy's initiative to tease. for sunday to huffㅤ&ㅤspeak of his manner of affection with a fluster. but now it is the ranger who finds himself subtly flustered by the halovian's bold pursuit.

but only when sunday's inquiry does the cowboy speak against those warm tiers. " mm . . . ya might have t' kiss me again. " he teases, his hands coming to claim the other's waist. where bodies are flushed against one anotherㅤ-ㅤthe world shut out from their personal bubble.ㅤin this moment, nothing could pry their attention from the other. nothing could take this song from the cowboy's heart, the gentle thrum of excitement it leaves him.ㅤall from a kissㅤ;ㅤhow soft the ranger has grown to become. " i might have a better answer if ya do. "

@wingspiked : which version of us do you prefer, the then or the now

" it'd be unfair to ya, " boothill begins, " to compare who ya are now to who ya were then. " would it be dismissive of all sunday has been through? seeing the halovian that stands before him now, would erase the regal brightness of the man he was back then. the one who had hope for something more.ㅤthere's no winning in the way boothill will answerㅤ:ㅤso he won't answer at all. " would ya hate me if i wanna refrain from answerin'? " deep down, he missed those bright golden hues. the ones that looked at him so warmly, the ones that would speak of brighter futuresㅤ&ㅤhis love for a dream hoped to come true. but now . . . those golden eyes are cast with shadows, one he knew wellㅤ:ㅤdefeat. " i simply prefer you. "

" this is a fine mess ya gotten yerself into, paloma. " that nickname like a foreign hymn, one boothill had once kissed upon the crown of the halovian's head many times before.ㅤthey were not the same, they'd never be the same again.ㅤit shows in the look he gives the otherㅤ:ㅤdisappointed, understanding? confusion. there was so much confusion. but he did not let his tone of voice betray the gentleness he had once held for @wingspiked. " guess yer a wanted man now, just like me. funny how that turned out? "

planet headcanons ━ accepting ( @wingspiked )

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒   !

(   𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   attraction,   love,   relationships,   art,   beauty,   harmony.   )

what   does   the   word   ‘ harmony ‘   mean   to   them   ?

harmony for sunday means satisfaction and happiness with one's self and their surroundings, and absolution. he used to believe that harmony could only be achieved by escaping from pain and living in fantasy which, in a way, is a type of harmony but is more of an escape than anything. he's beginning to realize that overcoming adversity and facing trauma head on and releasing yourself from its power is also a type of harmony, and perhaps the truest sense of it as it leads to a deeper understanding and wholeness. to be free from all guilt, obligation, and sin is the purest form of harmony in his eyes, and he's beginning to see the beauty in overcoming the hardships instead of running away from them to achieve that.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒   !

(   𝗌𝗒𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗌   :   aggression,   sex,   action,   desire,   competition,   courage,   passion.   )

is   your   muse   subtle   when   it   comes   to   things   they   want   ?   are   they   passionate   about   the   things   they   do,   so   much   so   it   could   come   off   as   aggressive   ?   perhaps   obsessive   ? 

Pier Point, a massive satellite that never leaves the orbit of Qlipoth the Preservation, it is forever situated under THEIR watchful eye, anyone who cast a glance out into the recesses of space are treated to the view of the Subspace Crystalline Barrier, being endlessly constructed, to protect all life from being devoured by the creatures of the endless void. The satellite is a bustling hub for all manner of cosmic businesses, & also the home ground of the Interastral Peace Corporation. When the Halovian was caught trying to flee the Planet of Festivities, he was captured due to a stroke of misfortune. While it would have been arguably in their favour to turn him over to the Family to answer for his crimes, a blatant act of war not just against Penacony but the Harmony itself. However, that was not what happened, rather the young man was dragged in shackles before the higher ranking of the Stonehearts themselves to determine his fate. Everyone, of course, had their own interpretation of what happened in the Land of Dreams, & what should be done about it.

“Why not give him a chance to prove his value?” Jade props her chin upon flawlessly manicured fingertips, the glass of wine held in the other one sparkling under the harsh light of the courtroom. “Let the little bird defend himself, if he does a good enough job, spare him. He would know more about Penacony than anyone.”

The man sitting in the center was utterly silent, piercing gray eyes like the frozen fractals of ice gazing down from a deceptively youthful face; Diamond’s expression gave away nothing.

“He’s a terrorist, & he damaged a company asset!” A black haired man in a dark suit with a web-like pattern stands, slamming his hands down atop the bench. If it weren’t for the dazzling purple-red teardrop stone dangling from his ear, Alexandrite of Networking would not have stood out as any other businessman. “Clip his other wing & throw him in the prison to rot for his crimes!” The man who was originally going to be sent to Penacony for the operation, Opal, scowls, “A prison sentence for an attempted coup of an entire planet? But he wasn’t working alone. I say we drag his sister here as well, you don’t think she knew? Better yet, wipe out the entire Oak family & start over with a puppet, then we can—”

“Don’t tell me you all started the meeting without me~?” A cheerful, almost exuberant voice speaks up, accompanied by the clicking of heels on marble tiles. Aventurine steps in, as ostentatiously dressed as ever, the metallic clink of a token dancing along his knuckles almost deafening in the sudden silence that swept over the room. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You people were getting nowhere. Clip his wings? Company asset? You’re as charming as ever, Alex. I didn’t know you cared for my well being so much.” He smiles cheekily as the man glared fiercely at him. “Unfortunately you lot are held up in your office here so often I think you forget that people… are not statistics. You can try to rig the game in your favour, but that’s won’t guarantee your success. There’s nothing you can do to ensure something like Penacony will never happen again.”

“What are you doing here—”

“Oh, didn’t you hear? I’ve been promoted to P46. Thanks to my strategy & the orchestrated betrayal of my dear friend Doctor Ratio, we got everything we wanted & then some. You’re welcome.” Kaleidoscopic eyes lift to the center most part of the bench, “Thanks again, Boss.”

Diamond said nothing.

“Anyways, I think if you’re going to be deciding the fate of the man who slipped me a cosmic hallucinogen & tried to kill me, I ought to be present, don’t you think? Oh, & leave his sister out of it. Read the report I just sent out, Robin was ‘captured’ by Dormancy shortly after my arrival on Penacony & a Masked Fool was masquerading as her almost the whole time. You can verify with the Astral Express that everyone who knew thought she was dead, she had no idea what he was planning. Let’s not drag an innocent woman down who is already likely mourning enough as it is.” Threatening the family of a prisoner who has already lost everything doesn’t sit well in his stomach.

“What do you propose we do then, Aventurine? Let him go?” Opal asks impatiently.

The blond scoffs, “Hardly. Do I look that charitable to you?” Dual-toned eyes meet the golden gaze of the prisoner for a moment before he focuses on Diamond. “…leave him to me. I will take responsibility for adapting him to the IPC. We can always use more skilled assets, isn’t that right, Jade? After all…” He shares a look with the pink haired woman that indicates both of them were remembering something. “…it worked out for me. Any objections?”

“What are you wagering this time? Your own neck again?” Opal sneers. “You couldn’t keep a potted plant alive, how—”

The shuffle of a chair scraping back against the floor draws al eyes upwards to the Emanator of Preservation as he stands, his voice sharp, clear, & leaving no room for arguments. “I will allow it. You’re all dismissed.”

Immediately, the arguments ceased.

Aventurine grins smugly, but there’s was no denying the slight relaxing of his shoulders, as if he’d been holding his breath the entire time. As the other Stonehearts gather up their belongings to leave, Aventurine fetches the keys from the guards & dismisses them with a flourish before turning to Sunday, taking a long moment to look him over before he reaches towards him & —

“I’m just going to take these off of you, alright? That’s all.” It’s an uncharacteristically soft warning that comes before his hand gently grips the man’s wrist, lifting them up enough he could slide the key into the lock & turn it several times before they open, hitting the floor with a clank he makes no effort to prevent. Then he reaches for Sunday’s neck, his movements calculated & carefully measured. Gloved fingers sweep powdery gray-blue hair away from his neck, the same key twisting open the chained collar fastened around the Halovian’s throat.

As soon as it’s off, he takes a half step backwards, anticipating understandable discomfort with the blond’s close proximity. “There, that’s better. Are you alright? I did come as soon as I heard they brought you here.” He eyes him with something like wariness.

“…you haven’t been hurt, have you?”

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓. ⸻  " was it worth it? "   the trailblaze asks the order, and one might expect their eyes to be angry, upset, they instead are kind. a gilded cage is just a pretty prison, but caelus understands, at least, in part. perhaps in another life, he might have done the same. still, kindness is offered in the form of a warm blanket. surely, sunday must be in some kind of pain.  " did you find what you were looking for? "