06-07-2021, 01:19 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He has the eyes of his father (and grandfather, and great grandfather) and they burn like the fire that nearly consumed his sire to damnation. He had never met his half siblings on either side, does not recognize any familiarity in the definition of her face or body that marks her as his niece. When the molten gold of her eyes (liquid and tarnished) find his vibrant crimson ones he can’t help the visceral reaction that suddenly wriggles and expands within him. She is wading deeper in the stream to get to him and something responds in the cold confines of his chest, something that sparks and writhes and hisses with recognition. His teeth are bared to her before he realizes it and he is unaware of how the red of his eyes suddenly narrow into tiny slits.
Obscene had never held the gifts that the rest of Offspring’s offspring seemed to possess but something had always smoldered beneath the surface. Something lurked just waiting to be expressed. He is unaware that it has morphed into something new, something different when his body had shed the cocoon of it’s mortality and become Fae. It’s a curdling in his blood as she smirks sharply at him, goads him back with the dark expression on her face and taunting words meant to draw him in.
Whatever it is inside of him wants to take that bait but it’s not strong enough yet to override his better senses. He pushes that strange writhing flame back into the ice palace he has created within himself, back with the shriveled remains of what his heart had once been. She is right before him now and he hides his teeth beneath a sudden smug smirk, his expression smoothing into something nonchalant. Uncaring.
She teases him again and this time he meets her probing gaze directly as he stares down at her. “You might be surprised by what I like.” It’s a dangerous game, whatever this is, but his new Fae body feels impossibly good. There’s a new recklessness that thrums in the pulse of his being and he is no stranger to the manipulation of mind and memory. Sabra, Aela, Memorie… He knew too many with that kind of power to cower from it now. As for fire (which she wields but he is yet unaware of), that was an old friend. Whatever she might throw at him, he feels in his core he can take it. Briefly he thinks of Crowns, when he spoke of him and Rosebay testing each other to see how close they could come to dying. Was this what he was doing now? Testing fate? A sudden roguish grin replaces the smirk as he comes to the realization that he no longer cares.
Obscene had never held the gifts that the rest of Offspring’s offspring seemed to possess but something had always smoldered beneath the surface. Something lurked just waiting to be expressed. He is unaware that it has morphed into something new, something different when his body had shed the cocoon of it’s mortality and become Fae. It’s a curdling in his blood as she smirks sharply at him, goads him back with the dark expression on her face and taunting words meant to draw him in.
Whatever it is inside of him wants to take that bait but it’s not strong enough yet to override his better senses. He pushes that strange writhing flame back into the ice palace he has created within himself, back with the shriveled remains of what his heart had once been. She is right before him now and he hides his teeth beneath a sudden smug smirk, his expression smoothing into something nonchalant. Uncaring.
She teases him again and this time he meets her probing gaze directly as he stares down at her. “You might be surprised by what I like.” It’s a dangerous game, whatever this is, but his new Fae body feels impossibly good. There’s a new recklessness that thrums in the pulse of his being and he is no stranger to the manipulation of mind and memory. Sabra, Aela, Memorie… He knew too many with that kind of power to cower from it now. As for fire (which she wields but he is yet unaware of), that was an old friend. Whatever she might throw at him, he feels in his core he can take it. Briefly he thinks of Crowns, when he spoke of him and Rosebay testing each other to see how close they could come to dying. Was this what he was doing now? Testing fate? A sudden roguish grin replaces the smirk as he comes to the realization that he no longer cares.
obscene
@Sunlight <3