#xoxunhinged

would you be willing to add roach to your wonderful cast of characters?

- fictitioussaturday

Hi my beloved! How’s you????

All good - yearning and burning

Like pressing your ear to the curl of a shell pulled from the depths of the ocean itself where it once lay half buried in the sand, yet the echoes of that life never fully leave. Tiny patterns where the water has woven threads of the past into his present.

For he carries hurt, you sense it on him. A finely honed perfume, that particular piece of heartbreak that softens him. Perhaps it would not be recognisable to anyone but yourself, though it lingers as incense does in a half smile that plays upon his lips and a fear well concealed.

Too well concealed. Even his blood is blue tinged. Gripped by a chill never shaken from bones so weary of carrying it all, of hiding pieces of himself until he no longer recognised the man reflected in each shallow rock pool.

Once he prayed at the church of love. Begged upon his knees for it choose him. Become him in all of its glorious and untameable beauty. Just like the navy waves that wrap around the cliffs at high tide, unforgivingly carving through rock formations made before the steps of time grew around them. Only the foam and surf that sprang joyfully through salt air bore witness to his suffering.

The gods they heard him. Words spoken under his lowered breath until they sounded cursed. Lost to the wind where they lived on, gathering strength. Never forgotten once felt. Little does he know, but he is chosen in ways he could never imagine - personifies the wonder and mystery of fathoms in a single glance.

He moves through you in currents, always afraid to stay yet bound to return all the same. He sees the moon in you and is drawn to it.

That shock of dark hair falling across his brow. Hands that touch, spill torrents of unsaid things against your skin. Eyes so perfectly blue you cannot look away. A mirror that reflects all the desire you’ve longed for - each and every moment inside their gaze sacred.

When he enters a room, the ages of each shared lifetime together become merged into something similar to fate. Rushing inside your ears while your heart beats courageously inside your chest, aching to fall for him. To leap from the edge into the mysterious waters churning beneath.

Shadows under his lower lash line that speak of torment. He defends those he loves fiercely and offers himself as the sacrifice. A scorpion who knows he might be crushed by the weight of his adversary, yet stings regardless. Poises himself to strike before a blow comes in advance.

Long fingers play with your own, for you are devout and so is he. He watches always from the shadows, gaze fixed on you until you look in his direction. When his lips meet yours they are hesitant. Each night spent upon his knees in futile adulation have left marks not easy to heal, bruised they remain, that hollow pain that speaks of rupture but not repair.

He is born of the sea, bones built with all the ire of every storm life has sent his way and he has weathered. A presence far more powerful than any surge of the waves that crash around his feet. Hypnotic, so glitteringly perfect you cannot help but stare further into the horizon.

Masked DJ with the body of a fucking god everyone has been lusting after until one night you’re out living your best life and he plays a set. Sweat dripping down those massive arms, few droplets caught on the trail of dark hair over his stomach. He’s killing it and you simultaneously. Crowd is pulsing. Vibes are vibing.

Somehow you end up backstage of course because you’ve caught his attention. Said attention is rather too much to handle ya know?

Who is he?!