AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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His ears switched back, his body shaking and trembling as the kitsune appeared before him, frantic pants escaping him as he stared up at him. No, no, no! His eyes were locked on the teeth that were visible each time he spoke, his whole body trembling. He was curled up beside his lover, the sound of rain washing on the ground outside, head on his flank with soft purrs escaping him. Things were peaceful and relaxing. He was listening to Tsundoku speak, something about how his day had went. Then it was all red and black and chaos with the flashing of canine teeth. The brief interlude into his memories was over as soon as it had begun. Frightened groans were coming from that strangled throat, whites of his eyes showing.
How could he not know him? They'd been together once upon a time, on a day much like this when it had all splintered apart. It had fallen apart with a crack of thunder and a faint sound he couldn't have hoped to have made out. His gaze moved past the teeth to the face finally, hiccuping frantically. He knew him, and he regretted it. Body shaking as he stared at him, jaws working helplessly as sobs shook him, pink tongue trembling within his maw, pressing to the roof of his mouth as he tried to form words to speak. He'd forgotten he'd lost his voice because of this man before him.
His claws slid from their sheathed subconsciously, gaze darting down, down to the kitsune's paws. There was only one way to know for sure if this was the one who haunted his dreams. Gaze finding his right front paw in the muck, he swallowed quickly as he took in the sight of the missing digit, his throat suddenly parched and dry. This was him. This was Tsundoku. He'd taken that digit so long ago, an instinctual response to being attacked - his body had reacted on its own and he'd impeded him long enough to put distance. He didn't want to think about the rest of it.
He could only wordlessly stare with the fear of the gods in him, jaw working helplessly as pained groans and moans left him. His paw ached so bad, pressed tightly to his own form, shivering as he tried to make his body move and scramble back. "Tsundoku. Stay away from me ... I mean it!", would come the telepathic voice that attempted to contact the kitsune. It sounded the same as his original voice, one that had not been heard in years. His gray eyes were the same, his whole body was the same though darkened from being drenched and skinnier after countless nights and days of stress wearing at him. The three scars on his throat were stark and ragged, a reminder of what the other had done to him - a wound that should have killed him but he'd been saved by the reaper he served.
!!!!!!!Powerplay is completely allowed on him!!!!!!! - teef
How could he not know him? They'd been together once upon a time, on a day much like this when it had all splintered apart. It had fallen apart with a crack of thunder and a faint sound he couldn't have hoped to have made out. His gaze moved past the teeth to the face finally, hiccuping frantically. He knew him, and he regretted it. Body shaking as he stared at him, jaws working helplessly as sobs shook him, pink tongue trembling within his maw, pressing to the roof of his mouth as he tried to form words to speak. He'd forgotten he'd lost his voice because of this man before him.
His claws slid from their sheathed subconsciously, gaze darting down, down to the kitsune's paws. There was only one way to know for sure if this was the one who haunted his dreams. Gaze finding his right front paw in the muck, he swallowed quickly as he took in the sight of the missing digit, his throat suddenly parched and dry. This was him. This was Tsundoku. He'd taken that digit so long ago, an instinctual response to being attacked - his body had reacted on its own and he'd impeded him long enough to put distance. He didn't want to think about the rest of it.
He could only wordlessly stare with the fear of the gods in him, jaw working helplessly as pained groans and moans left him. His paw ached so bad, pressed tightly to his own form, shivering as he tried to make his body move and scramble back. "Tsundoku. Stay away from me ... I mean it!", would come the telepathic voice that attempted to contact the kitsune. It sounded the same as his original voice, one that had not been heard in years. His gray eyes were the same, his whole body was the same though darkened from being drenched and skinnier after countless nights and days of stress wearing at him. The three scars on his throat were stark and ragged, a reminder of what the other had done to him - a wound that should have killed him but he'd been saved by the reaper he served.
!!!!!!!Powerplay is completely allowed on him!!!!!!! - teef
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THE FLOWER BURNS