fxndralthedashing // corpusxdelicti
you should send me an ask so i can send you a link. p sure i’ve owed you this theme for months (as a giveaway prize) oops

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fxndralthedashing // corpusxdelicti
you should send me an ask so i can send you a link. p sure i’ve owed you this theme for months (as a giveaway prize) oops
corpusxdelicti replied to your post:Kink: me
“Really?”
❝ You are asking an unnecessary question. Yes. ❞
Kink: me
Send my muse a kink and they'll rate it based on interest
NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
Occaecation: Connor and Eli :3
Raleigh's "Lost Words" Drabble Prompts~
one. two. three.
A length of cloth was wrapped around his eyes — enoughso that he could not see through them. Sudden chills randown his spine and he shuddered. Fingers clenching andskin paling.
you are fine.
Nothing but darkness and it brings him back. The soundof the monitor beeping slowly by his side. The scent of medication and antiseptics. A clean and sterile room except for faint chatter and the shuffle of footsteps.
❝ … Connor. ❞
He wheezed. Throat clenching as he struggled to rememberthat he was alive. Still alive. Just like then. In that momentwhen his consciousness had returned and the ‘play’ and‘record’ button had been pressed.
you are safe.
It’s as though he’s become trapped in himself unable to escape and it makes him breathless — gasping, trembling,and he reaches out. Trying to find his hand but failing.
you are alive.
His hand flailed wildly — seeking purchase, but finding none. Trust? No. He was afraid.
❝ — Connor? ❞
And he needs him. The weight of his body against histelling him he’s alive. That this isn’t the hospital. That heis awake, and very much so alive. Eli whispered his nameagain hoarsely.
So, just — ❝ tell me I’m awake. ❞
corpusxdelicti.
Somewhere, along his line of work, he had discovered the satisfying taste for feathers. Sweet, warm... and a kindness. But these wings and the feathers they produce are different. Dark, black and obsidian.
Never once has their flavor graced his meals. Unacceptable. It would be a shame to not appreciate them. Staring down at him quietly, Eli considered the angel until his lips curled and words began to form.
❝ Your feathers. ❞
He ran a hand through them for a moment.
❝ Would they perhaps pair better with a dessert or entrée? ❞