❥ 𝐿𝐴𝑍𝐴𝑅𝑈𝑆.‧₊˚ ☽‎

of brimstone and hellfire.

⠀ shared blood drips from their palms, pressed together, rivulets tumbling slowly and warmly down the meeting of their forearms. astarion watches one droplet, then another, roll fatly down their contrasting skin — the color is nearly invisible against the dim light cast &&

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ But baby, one of these days I'm gonna 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. Cut you up with a 𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘄 in my daddy's shed and 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 out back. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀

do you know one day i will kill you? i won't kill you because i have stopped loving you or because i'm jealous of you, but simply because i sometimes want to devour you.

i  set  fire  to  the  world  around  me  but  never  let  a  flame  touch  you.

the  fabric  of  your  flesh,  pure  as  a  wedding  dress,  until  i  wrap  myself  inside  your  arms,  i  cannot  rest.

charm me. furiously. torment me. in detail.

⁣　will we remain stuck in the throat of gods? ⁣ 　╱ will the pain stop if we go deeper?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⋆｡˚ ࣪ ִֶָ☾.⛧ ⠀𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⚰︎ ⠀ 𝐷𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻'𝑆 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙿? ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ when the 𝒇ox hears the rabbit ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, he comes a-runnin’, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ but not to 𝒉elp.

⠀ “ the pleasure is all mine, darling girl, ” he purrs, stealing a short, sweet kiss before dropping his hand from her throat. she’s always tasted of cinnamon, both on her lips and in her blood. he reveals the dagger with reverence; the weight of what he intends to do with &&