but recently, the flames are getting out of control; any

Perhaps because they were so similar they did not need to voice their thoughts. He knew what she was thinking as much as she knew his mind; he knew she wanted him in much the same way that he wanted her. It was more than just lust though, although it was paraded around as that. It was a meeting of minds and an understanding of spirits—it was something that stirred his blood into a frenzy and quieted him.

“I don’t want fear,” he murmurs into her neck, nipping not too gently at her, “not from you at least.” He certainly wanted fear—wanted his name to be whispered in the dark, wanted the kingdoms to know of Straia and him and tremble. Not physically, although he could enjoy the visceral feeling of watching his plants flay open the horses before him; he much preferred the mental fear though. The game of tricking another into thinking one thing before pulling the rug out from underneath them.

That was a game worth playing.
And it was, he decided, a game worth playing with her.

“Then perhaps we should go make some noise,” he smiled, nudging her as he unwrapped himself from her. He lifted his eyes toward the ravens and her feathers and felt something simmering in his belly. It was about time for them to stop talking about it and start doing something about it. “Tell me,” he says as he begins to angle himself toward the Chamber, “are the Gates still as infuriating as they were before?”

{ W E E D }
carnage and glenna’s plant manipulating monster