“I can do you the story about the boy who brought peace by defying his father, the girl and the Grandmothers’ prophecy,“ his words still grew surer of themselves, each one bolder, a performance and a promise. “The one about two rivals who fall in love? Unless you prefer the funny ones?"
"Rivals who fall in love,” Azi said. “Please.”
Crowley nodded, glancing up at Azi through the fall of his hair, his smile gentle and pleased. He struck the drum with a beater. It was a deep, pure sound and it made Azi’s bones thrum.
Crowley began to speak, and his voice was a temptation, the foundation on which the story grew as it cast shadows on the cave walls, becoming bigger and more colourful until reality was forgotten.
Chapter 3 of The World to Me, An Upper Paleolithic AU based on artwork/ideas by Gayforgoodomens
Artwork above by @singasongrightnow