Soothe the Burning Of His Soul

A blog for two misplaced divinekin without a source trying to sort out our memories. Anticipate banter in the tags, and occasionally bits of art and writing. Thanks for checking us out!

[nubbsgalore]

[insatiably-red]

[insatiably-red]

[compulsive]

[grubisland-deactivated20251130]

by Miles Morgan

[godandhistamer]

[theopaldreamcave-deactivated201]

[xenopenthos]

“You kissed his mouth with mouths of flame: you made the hornèd god your own: You stood behind him on his throne: you called him by his secret name.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Sphinx

[thegoodvybe]

[naznemati-deactivated20181005]

[millstoney]

[bluesbabyblue]

❄️

[deryliya]

[sicknare]

[monstrousmlm]

He stole flame from the sun just for you. The words slide off his silver tongue, just as they always do. Larger than life and more cunning than a fox. He can take a thousand forms, but you would know him anywhere by his smirk - the lying son of a bitch. Still, he stole the flame from the sun. Just for you.

[wickedmlm]

There was a reason you were a demon. Part of it, you thought, was because life was hell. You were alone, constantly, even when you found yourself surrounded by others. Until one day you found that you weren’t the only one who felt that way.

He seemed lonely, just like you. Humble wasn’t the right word either– he was truly unaware of his own magnificence, which wasn’t very befitting of a god.

And when you found eachother, despite the differences in the worlds you had come from, you realized that maybe you weren’t as alone as you had first thought. He soon became your friend, and then, your love. In your relationship, the dichotomy of heaven and hell did not matter. What did matter was that you were together, and that finally, you didn’t feel so alone anymore.

[fireandsteelofangels]

there’s embers and sparks flames and inferno  and inside the darkness we’re a burst of light

to live for love by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)