#worms writing

Ghost is old.

He has seen hundreds of gods come and go, all fading in lieu of time.

But this one, this one single deity’s glow…it's so persistent.

John Mactavish is a vision, Ghost thinks to himself. All sculpted musculature and bronze skin that ripples enticingly from across the room. Long braided hair weaved with divine gold. Eyes the colour of the ocean.

See, John has those kinds of eyes, that when they look at you, it’s like they’ve seen every aspect of you too. Ghost… well he’s needless to say, scared.

Scared John will lay his beautiful piercing eyes upon him, truly see him, and find him disgusting.