12-29-2020, 08:51 PM
Molech
He hopes they always think of him.
It’s the thing that he reminds himself each night; that they dream of him, reach for him, wish for him. It lulls him to sleep and it is what causes him to rise each morning, those beautiful lavender eyes searching and waiting to find more of them, to collect them. He is their reason for breathing, for living - their hearts are his and if they are not, they soon will be.
They haven’t stayed, though.
They were young, he reminds himself. Still tied to their families, still frightened and unable to give in to the desires of their hearts and their flesh. Some were more than willing, of course, but Molech found that even with all of his powers of persuasion and the little white lies, they eventually left him. The young stallion grinds his jaw terribly - being left alone is not something he can tolerate for much longer.
The forest has become his home, with all its shadows and damp bark from the mist that inherently flourishes from its nothingness. He dreams of keeping them here, with him, always.
As if right on cue, a flutter of wings and the sound of gentle branches against each other resound in his ears delicately. The winged stallion halts, his lavender eyes glancing through the familiar forest as he lifts his head towards the canopy, the bold blaze down his face only making his gaze all the brighter against the darkness of his evergreen skin.
Without thinking, he searches the void for thoughts nearby and what is normally met with silence, comes to him as sweet as honey.
Are you there?
He remembers her immediately (he hadn’t forgotten her, of course, but now that her voice encapsulates him once again, her image rushes to the forefront of his mind) and cannot help the hungry smile that finds his golden mouth. His terrible forked tongue flicks greedily between his cheshire grin, his eyes still roving the forest for signs of the tiger-striped girl.
“I’m always here,” he says aloud and truthfully, craning his neck to glance over his now well-muscled shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you, Aero.”
It’s the thing that he reminds himself each night; that they dream of him, reach for him, wish for him. It lulls him to sleep and it is what causes him to rise each morning, those beautiful lavender eyes searching and waiting to find more of them, to collect them. He is their reason for breathing, for living - their hearts are his and if they are not, they soon will be.
They haven’t stayed, though.
They were young, he reminds himself. Still tied to their families, still frightened and unable to give in to the desires of their hearts and their flesh. Some were more than willing, of course, but Molech found that even with all of his powers of persuasion and the little white lies, they eventually left him. The young stallion grinds his jaw terribly - being left alone is not something he can tolerate for much longer.
The forest has become his home, with all its shadows and damp bark from the mist that inherently flourishes from its nothingness. He dreams of keeping them here, with him, always.
As if right on cue, a flutter of wings and the sound of gentle branches against each other resound in his ears delicately. The winged stallion halts, his lavender eyes glancing through the familiar forest as he lifts his head towards the canopy, the bold blaze down his face only making his gaze all the brighter against the darkness of his evergreen skin.
Without thinking, he searches the void for thoughts nearby and what is normally met with silence, comes to him as sweet as honey.
Are you there?
He remembers her immediately (he hadn’t forgotten her, of course, but now that her voice encapsulates him once again, her image rushes to the forefront of his mind) and cannot help the hungry smile that finds his golden mouth. His terrible forked tongue flicks greedily between his cheshire grin, his eyes still roving the forest for signs of the tiger-striped girl.
“I’m always here,” he says aloud and truthfully, craning his neck to glance over his now well-muscled shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you, Aero.”
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[aero]
best Christmas present ever!