02-04-2020, 07:48 PM
you are sacred because i have made you sacred.
Beelzebub
He has always taken that which he felt entitled to. Why wait for an invitation, why be gentle when strength was so clearly what made the globe spin? Gentle kisses and soft words never made history. Not the way he wants to, anyway. And why shouldn’t he feel deserving of all that he’s taken when the grasses and flowers rush up to meet him? The country is aching to give itself to him! It was be heinous not to accept.
And this is precisely what he thinks when the girl approaches him, all doe eyes and some kind of foggy confusion on her face. Her voice is so tired when she asks the way to Tephra. Beelzebub is, of course, a gentleman who smiles so kindly at her question. Quick as a flash, he’s curled himself to her side and draped a scaled wing across her back – too tight, too rough. This one is a dove with no fight in it, he thinks with that charming grin.
“Oh, I think I know the way to Tephra. I’ll walk you there so I know you’ve made it safely,” he insists, his lips too close to her skin when he speaks. All the better to taste her with. But he does not sample her neck just yet. Bee has decided to bide his time with this one and sink his hooks in gradually. In the distance, he can hear a gentle spring rain starting up while the forest flowers and mushrooms reach up to brush their ankles.
“Do you live in Tephra… I’m so sorry, I haven’t even asked your name, beautiful stranger,” he says with a laugh that feels like summer sunsets. They’re moving east, farther from her destination and closer to the kingdoms where captives are common to see. But he feigns absolute confidence in his strides and his grip on her seems uneager to loosen any time soon.
And this is precisely what he thinks when the girl approaches him, all doe eyes and some kind of foggy confusion on her face. Her voice is so tired when she asks the way to Tephra. Beelzebub is, of course, a gentleman who smiles so kindly at her question. Quick as a flash, he’s curled himself to her side and draped a scaled wing across her back – too tight, too rough. This one is a dove with no fight in it, he thinks with that charming grin.
“Oh, I think I know the way to Tephra. I’ll walk you there so I know you’ve made it safely,” he insists, his lips too close to her skin when he speaks. All the better to taste her with. But he does not sample her neck just yet. Bee has decided to bide his time with this one and sink his hooks in gradually. In the distance, he can hear a gentle spring rain starting up while the forest flowers and mushrooms reach up to brush their ankles.
“Do you live in Tephra… I’m so sorry, I haven’t even asked your name, beautiful stranger,” he says with a laugh that feels like summer sunsets. They’re moving east, farther from her destination and closer to the kingdoms where captives are common to see. But he feigns absolute confidence in his strides and his grip on her seems uneager to loosen any time soon.
there is no burning that i did not create.
@[prayer]