[closed] we shape our buildings; thereafter, they shape us

[ignoreher]

WHO: Malkuth & Others
WHAT: Various threads for April (hmu for starters if needed!!!)
WHERE: Pretty much anywhere
WHEN: Anytime during April
WARNINGS: probable violence, drinking, cannibalism, sex, spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation & Library of Ruina will be marked as needed

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[immortalpoet]

[Red. Its all red. She may want to see what colors they would make, but her body, his eyes, the quickening of their pulses in practical unison, the flow of their blood...its red right now, from top to bottom.]

[He never felt like he appreciated the color, truly, before this very moment. He was titled it. It meant nothing but a reference, perhaps, to the blood he had spilled constantly over the years.]

[....She would know that better than most. And yet, here she is, giving him everything including the uttered compliment of his eyes. It's sincere to a point where it feels it stabs through him. If he had done this earlier, he doesn't think it would've gone anywhere. A single moment. A dot.]

[There's a weight of mutual understanding that holds them together like a paperweight. These abandoned texts can be read together. As easy as anything. He swallows down her sighs, a low keen of a noise at the back of his throat that replies to her.]

[Yes. He is gentle even now. He wants to savor it. He wants her to savor it. To move inside her with such a steady pace, feeling the lines of her legs held so perfectly against him, is true bliss. He means it.]

[Her hand moves, and he instinctively kisses at its palm, kisses its fingers, sucks ligtly over a few fingertips to produce more of that spark of their shared color.]

[Beautiful? Him....?]

Ha.....you feel...like everything.

[Everything he could ever want. His movement and creased little eyebrows of happiness and concentration say it for himself. He groans again, eyelids fluttering.]

I like...how you sound, ah...

[ignoreher]

[ the mouth against her hand raises new desires and questions, fluttering forth and then away as she laughs, half the sound lost amidst the rest. everything is an odd thing to be. her fingertips tap against his lips, enjoying the slight diversion of attention. ]

No more... poetry for me, Vergilius? [ teasing even now. ] Can't think of any?

[ she likes his voice too, she'd said. hearing his written word was the match that struck this after all. has she ever been anyone's everything? not to her knowledge. but she's everything right now, she feels everything right now, nails in his skin and knees squeezing tight. it really is a good a lot, a chosen a lot, and maybe she's goading him just a little. ]

[immortalpoet]

M-Malkuth.

[Now that gets him to shoot her a little bit of a frown - what a tease. Here, now, in the midst of union, heat, and desire? Well, on second stuttered thought, maybe that is the point. Maybe there's never been a better time of it. It's hard to think, though - he feels like his thoughts are tripping like drunkards over the weight of sensation as he continues his thrusts into her.]

[What she does IS goading him, he thinks.]

[But he doesn't mind.]

Your voice is...the song I want to sing to myself in the dark. [Another shift of his hips, a guttural gasp.] For myself. For you. A duet to...consume and be sated on. Ha.

[His body is shaking a little, sparks singing up his spine as he quickens his pace, dives deep, emphasizes it to make her truly feel the weight of him.]

You menace.