[ If anyone who knew him as the vaunted Deliverer fated to bring a true dawn to their doomed world, he’s sure he would bring unquantifiable shame to the role, to his people, and his fellow Chrysos Heirs.
But theirs are a challenging exile, where their very survival and future fate depends on being a good partner in this Game.
In a way, he should thank his imagination for being as rich as it is. Should thank the library for its wealth of sordid stories (and his rather shamelessly ravenous appetite for literary trash). ]
I would gladly drink from your chalice until you beg for mercy, [ he promises, with an ache in his voice that suggests longing, ] If to cherish you means to drown, then drown me slowly, let your cries of ecstasy be my serenade into the abyss.
[ Poetry is in his blood, but so is self destructiveness. Still, the “too much” is all him, sorry. ]
I wonder how you’ll sound with my lips and tongue around the warm pearl of your desire. When my fingers plumb your depths.
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But theirs are a challenging exile, where their very survival and future fate depends on being a good partner in this Game.
In a way, he should thank his imagination for being as rich as it is. Should thank the library for its wealth of sordid stories (and his rather shamelessly ravenous appetite for literary trash). ]
I would gladly drink from your chalice until you beg for mercy, [ he promises, with an ache in his voice that suggests longing, ] If to cherish you means to drown, then drown me slowly, let your cries of ecstasy be my serenade into the abyss.
[ Poetry is in his blood, but so is self destructiveness. Still, the “too much” is all him, sorry. ]
I wonder how you’ll sound with my lips and tongue around the warm pearl of your desire. When my fingers plumb your depths.
Will you touch yourself and let me hear you?