#grayson torgeyr

[raynerberg]

Altered destinies

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Minimalistic book cover for my story. I'll leave the realistic version for later.

[fr0gery]

hello @raynerberg

[eagle-clawsx]

Beast that Rose from Hell

This guy is really cool, yo.

(OC) Grayson Torgeyr by: @raynerberg

Reference by: Devilman OVA

[raynerberg]

Tenderness of chiffon

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Unforgiven gift

[raynerberg]

Interference...

...in the life line.

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Lives go out like small stars, but mine will burn out as a supernova, leaving fragments of dust along the Milky Way.

[raynerberg]

His lucky star

[raynerberg]

Part of You, part of Me

Snippet:

From the viscous mire of memories, Torgeyr was pulled back by a mixture of sensations - a kiss at the nape of his neck, tender lips and a prickling beard. His rough palms slid down to Grayson’s lower back.

 ꟷ You were somewhere else? ꟷ Paul whispered.

ꟷ Mm-hmm, ꟷ the mutant exhaled deeply.

He focused on the present, forcing himself into the moment - one he could replay later in vivid, holographic detail. There were many like it. The more he could preserve, the faster he could relearn how to live - on the other side of life, the softer side, where happiness was fragile but real.

ꟷ You really nailed the time, place, and mood for deep thoughts, ꟷ Denton purred into Grayson’s ear.

A damp tongue flicked his earlobe, followed by teeth - gently biting, grinding the sensitive skin between smooth enamel. Torgeyr let out a low, guttural growl and closed his eyes.

 ꟷ I hate it, Paul, ꟷ he said at last. ꟷ Every time I see it, I’m afraid it’ll become part of me. Not just flesh and bone - something deeper. I know cursing it is pointless. It’s already cursed. Cursed to its core.

Grayson opened his eyes again and stared at the wall in front of him. Paul had paused, his own gaze shifting to the panel where the armor hung on retractable hooks - like a torture device, like a second skin designed to crush the soul as much as the body.

 ꟷ Honestly?

Stiff beard bristles pressed into the mutant’s shoulder, and Paul’s arms encircled him low, near his hips. Grayson held still for a moment, then rested his hands over Paul’s.

 ꟷ Honestly.

 ꟷ Alright. That armor’s monstrous - intimidating as hell, I won’t lie. But it’s effective. I won’t bore you with a lecture, you grouchy bastard. It has its merits, and it’s the only thing that can handle what your muscles turn into when you shift. No one knows what pattern it was based on, who it was made for, or why - but whoever designed it had a long game in mind. They thought of everything. And… ꟷ Paul hesitated.

 ꟷ And?

Suddenly, Denton turned Grayson around to face him.

 ꟷ And it will never be a part of you, ꟷ Paul said, voice laced with steel. ꟷ Not that kind of part. Not the inside part. ꟷ He tapped twice on Grayson’s temple with his finger - barely a touch, but firm.

Denton pressed his body against Torgeyr’s. On a tender whim, he tucked the silver and black strands of the mutant’s hair back over his shoulder. Grayson hated having his hair pushed behind his ears - he preferred to hide the tattoo-scars beneath that dark curtain. Paul remembered that. But maybe… someday, even this wound would heal.

 ꟷ Why? ꟷ the mutant asked simply.

Their eyes met - amber once again swirling into seafoam. Only then did Torgeyr register that Denton was also completely naked. The nearness overwhelmed him, drowning his senses in a tidal wave of heat and desire.

His brain was shutting down systems one by one - self-control, logic, patience - all flicking off in sequence, handing over full command to instinct and touch. But two switches still remained lit- thought and speech - just long enough to finish what had begun.

ꟷ Because… ꟷ Denton whispered, pressing his lips against Grayson’s, ꟷ because part of you has been mine for a long time now. All of you, really - utterly and completely. And if somehow, in some mystical twist, that thing ever tries to lay claim to your soul, it’s going to have to fight me for it. And believe me - there’s no guarantee it’ll win. Just like it won’t beat you. Because you are part of me, too.

Grayson exhaled hotly, then kissed him - deep and fierce, all passion and love bound into one.

 ꟷ Jeg elsker deg, mitt hjerte, ꟷ he breathed, barely audible.

A wide smile lit up Denton’s face. He didn’t speak Norwegian - but something in him knew exactly what those words meant. The most beautiful, most precious, most wanted words in the world.