( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;
WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.
no subject
the concept he speaks of is so ridiculous a notion that he can only let out an almost airy sort of laugh. almost completely genuine in the idea that elysium clearly seems to see him as scum with a particularly perverse desire (says he who has 100% sparked these allegations). placing aside the fact that callisto was capable of such vicious possessiveness aside, in the moment, he couldn't think of anything less appealing. as much as he would appreciate showing elysium back in his place— ]
Are you not misunderstandi—
[ he then feels the touch of his hands. there's nothing remotely intimate about it. sharing warmth in the dead of winter as one hinges on life and death would have been more romantic. but, he knows neither of them are here for this.
when elysium presses their lips together, one of his hand trail from his waist to his face. but, it's not the gesture it appears from the outside as it draws lower to his neck, then with his palm against his throat and fingers on his pulse, he gives it a tight squeeze. two can play this game of asphyxiation.
at this moment, elysium feels less like a fake lover than he does a practiced assassin... ]