01-15-2021, 09:10 PM
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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ skullface tiger
“You’re a smooth-talker, indeed. But in an endearingly honest way.” Grey tongue lolling, the mutated beast eyed the Dragon King, voice soft and bloodshot eyes unblinking. “Nobody’s ever tried to romance me. How… odd.”
Red flames engulfed Vale’s skullface, crackling between vis teeth and showering embers onto the stone floor. The fire, cool to the touch, burned over the the shapeshifter’s eyes and turned the fluid sacks into weeping liquid. “Whoops. I don’t know how to process this?” The grey tongue licked the eye squish dripping between vis teeth.
Vale chuckled, teeth clicking together as the chuckles became quiet cackling. How ironic, Vale thought, how ve could flirt so easily with Brymstone up until one question was answered. “But I like. This.”
When Vale looked at Brymstone, the shapeshifter saw an authentic monster. Ve hated nothing more than ve hated single skins, those fools locked into normalcy as an aspiration and their minds shut to new perspectives, experiences. Monsters attracted the shapeshifter like a beacon in the night—or, in Vale’s case, a cozy darkness in harsh daylight. It was not easy to be the outsider, as Vale understood from personal experience, but the shapeshifter had shed the itch to fit in and replaced it with freedom.
Vale tapped their heads together again, click-click, and ducked vis head. Bone scraped together until the bandit rubbed the side of vis jaw into the monster’s neck. But, then again, Vale had become a formless nightmare in vis own right. When swapping faces, voices, bodies became as trivial as cleaning your paws, you tended to forget trivial things like how your authenticity terrifies the rest.
“I like this,” Vale repeated. Ve dug around in vis head but found nothing to communicate the right feelings. “So you may court me.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Red flames engulfed Vale’s skullface, crackling between vis teeth and showering embers onto the stone floor. The fire, cool to the touch, burned over the the shapeshifter’s eyes and turned the fluid sacks into weeping liquid. “Whoops. I don’t know how to process this?” The grey tongue licked the eye squish dripping between vis teeth.
Vale chuckled, teeth clicking together as the chuckles became quiet cackling. How ironic, Vale thought, how ve could flirt so easily with Brymstone up until one question was answered. “But I like. This.”
When Vale looked at Brymstone, the shapeshifter saw an authentic monster. Ve hated nothing more than ve hated single skins, those fools locked into normalcy as an aspiration and their minds shut to new perspectives, experiences. Monsters attracted the shapeshifter like a beacon in the night—or, in Vale’s case, a cozy darkness in harsh daylight. It was not easy to be the outsider, as Vale understood from personal experience, but the shapeshifter had shed the itch to fit in and replaced it with freedom.
Vale tapped their heads together again, click-click, and ducked vis head. Bone scraped together until the bandit rubbed the side of vis jaw into the monster’s neck. But, then again, Vale had become a formless nightmare in vis own right. When swapping faces, voices, bodies became as trivial as cleaning your paws, you tended to forget trivial things like how your authenticity terrifies the rest.
“I like this,” Vale repeated. Ve dug around in vis head but found nothing to communicate the right feelings. “So you may court me.”
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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