There are angels in the walls

My name is Void and I don't know how to do these things..

I do both art and writing, so my posting tends to be pretty slow but I'm usually working on something behind the scenes.

I have a thorough interest in a lot of media but those that return quite often are: Warframe, Castlevania, Resident Evil, Stardew Valley and V Rising.

Yet I've also started to get an interest for things like: Warhammer, BG3, and Elden Ring.

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I don't mind people messaging me, I would like to meet more people!

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I'm still here, I just had to take an impromptu break because things got really busy.

Lyon brought a warm hand to rest in his beloved's ebony hair, which earned him something akin to a delighted hum.

The two had for once a peaceful night. The two of them having spent the evening in each other's company, reading books, talking about experiences and Drifter's collection of plants and flowers.

They had spent time in his greenhouse, the smells refreshing and the atmosphere had been peaceful.

The night had been just as enjoyable as their evening..

Hands wrapped around his waist, lips settled at the priest's neck, and Drifter's tail loosely wrapped around one of Lyon's legs.

That tail.. What a devilish temptation it was.. How it would wrap around his waist.. Or his wrist.. Or like now, his leg.. A link so precious..

He would be considered a heretic in the eyes of fellow brothers and sisters, he thought.. Interloping with a demon.. His void demon..

Yet what others seemed to think was of no concern to him.

This demon helped pick up pieces of his soul, turning them into a beautiful, shattered glass window.. All with kind touches, gestures and a lot of patience.. He was always there for him..

He let his fingers trail over the Void Demon's spine, earning him a hum with Drifter snuggling closer to him.

"What am I going to do with you, mon miracle?" He whispered in endearment.

He cherished these moments every time they had time alone, for this was what the priest looked forward to every moment they spent together.

He stood in a room, artificial light pouring in as he tended to plants. He liked their smell, the colors the petals would exhibit and the greenery that brought life to a colorless room. The way the flowers flourished under his care.. It brought a small smile on Drifter's face as he tended to them.

There was no combat gear in sight, for he was wearing something picked out for him by Eleanor and Aoi. A comfortable outfit for a comfortable afternoon tending to flowers..

He witnessed an orchid with a beautiful, vibrant pink color.. Another set of flowers was also blooming, a bush of Sedum in a beautiful red.. He was missing a pure white to round it off.. That was when he spotted them.. Lilies.. So wonderfully bright, like the moon..

Drifter would grab a book, looking through it to learn on how to make a bouquet.. A gift to his beloved..

He adored the language of flowers.. A silent language that spoke incredibly loud..