DANCER SYNDROME • aesior

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

When in his wyvern form, one could seldom debate Corrupttimelines’ patience. On most occasions, he was as cool as ice. Little got on his nerves, and he was tolerant of many. Though, he considered killing them all. Children were particularly joyous beings for him, after all he had always wished for a family. He was a child murderer.

As leaves were swept from his fur, the tom looked to Aesior. He felt his heart rate quicken, and his eyes fluttered. Should he not have fur, a thick blush probably would’ve peaked upon his face. A few throat-clearing coughs exited his maw, and then he blinked with a large smile. Rarely had anyone ever seen the former smile so wide, especially considering his past. He did not deserve to be happy, he was a monster.

As the male went after his notebook, Corrupttimelines waited patiently. His mind wandered slightly, but quickly returned to him as he smiled and read the note. “Great minds think alike,” he remarked with a purr, just before turning his attention inside. The sun was barely above the clouds, collapsing behind them gingerly. Delicate hues looked as if they were painted onto the sky, and thus Corrupttimelines would turn to Aesior once more.

“Do you…want to go inside?”

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