Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
The light is still too bright for the sensitive red eyes that had grown so accustomed to the shadow land Beqanna had become. So he still sticks to the tree-line, his dark frame weaving between the trunks as he keeps to the cover of shade and avoids the flares of sunlight that invade through the treetops. He had found another cache of “special” nectar that the fae hadn’t hidden quite well enough. Either the fairies were getting careless on purpose (thrilled with the return of daylight and celebrating surely) or had just stopped caring entirely that he kept getting into their secret stash. A pointless endeavor since he always found it in the end anyways.
Staggering slightly against a tree, his tongue and throat still thick with the honeyed syrup he had imbibed, he makes his way from tree to tree. Wincing against the brightness that manages to reach him, threatening to destroy his buzz. ”Go awayyyyy." He groans to nobody in particular although it’s aimed at the light, as if it can hear him or do anything about being the actual sun. Mumbling slightly to himself, incohesive words that mean nothing. He doesn’t realize he’s tripped into the fog right away although he instantly feels cooler as it curls around his hocks and dampens his overheated skin.
He doesn’t see the guy in the fog right away either, dark with the hint of a galaxy playing across his body. Of course he’s drunk so maybe he’s just seeing things. Just like this fog, maybe that’s not real either. The stallions eyes are closed and he is still. Maybe he’s dead, Obscene doesn’t know but now he’s curious. ”Hey.” He whispers, pauses, tries again. ”Heyyyyy.” Obnoxious as always as he whispers loudly again, a flicker in the depths of his red eyes. “Are you doing this?”
Obscene
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