#countxrvail

[cothurnas-blog1]

[text]: How do you feel about a threesome?

     [text]: Is it an event that requires RSVPing?

[cothurnas-blog1]

[text]: What the hell are you saying?

     [text]: Mostly nothing.

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[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.

     [text]: I'll be there.

[cothurnas-blog1]

[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.

     [text]: :(

     [text]: Please.

     [text]: I need the hairspray, you know this

[cothurnas-blog1]

[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back?

     [text]: Depends, will you stop getting mad at me for making attempts on your life in bed?

[cothurnas-blog1]

kiss'd

#20 | pulse point

It’s a delicate kiss, placed upon the side of his neck, just under his collar, and there is hair caught between lips and skin but Corvo tenses all the same. He missed the Blink that has taken his other self so close; he missed it and so his punishment is the gentle, dry press of the other’s mouth just on top of his pulse point. 

The kiss takes his breath away. It is so light, a fluttering thing, and there is no doubt to the care behind it, even if the care is only careful — the blade in Corvo’s hands loosens, the hilt pausing in his fingers as if he is waiting instead of fighting as they were, tooth and nail and steel and pain.

     He pauses too long.

It is even more delicate when the other’s sword finds his ribs and bites its way through flesh, fast and smooth. The blood that is caught underneath and between metal is not seeping through yet; it will, when the sword is pulled out and away and Corvo will face Corvo with not betrayal in his eyes, but understanding. One of them will always be left on his knees in the Void with red pooling on the ground — one will always be left with red staining their hands and blades and thoughts.

Corvo sways back against the other as the sword is free from his flesh, and is given another kiss, somehow gentler still, on his fading heartbeat again.

[normandyxo-archive-blog]

[countxrvail]

     "A man in a m a s k has never done anyone good,

     especially when it’s shaped like death…

     so tell me, what are you h i d i n g?”

[twicebetrayed-blog]

countxrvail.

[ … i wanna say the erotic novels b/c who doesn’t enjoy them. bUT MAYBE, THE HORSE? ]

{ it was erotic novels. 8u }