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[siryl]

“Osiris” by Jason Engle.

[taphophilia]

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[jason-a-engle-blog]

The Traveler. From my art and world building project, Mausolea. See more art like this at: www.Mausolea.com

[taphophilia]

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[hiveruled-moved]

morning after starters

@mausolea​

The fabric of the sheets shifts over his skin as Kai fully turns his body to face the other laying next to him. He squints at the beam of sunlight that manages to somehow filter in through the curtains. A tired, but bright smile forms at Andie’s declaration, brown locks of hair briefly falling in his eyes before he brushes them away. “ I wouldn’t dream of it. Don’t put any shit in mine, I’ll just drink it black. “ Kai mumbles. He wasn’t ready to leave the bed yet as it was. Before she moves to get up, he rests his hand on Andie’s bare shoulder, guiding her back towards him again so he can lean forward and press his lips against hers for a tender, quick kiss. 

He wasn’t sure Andie returned his attraction towards her until last night, call him clueless when it came to this sort of thing. The last time he slept with anyone, or even hung out with anyone casually for that matter, was back in college and since then he’s spent most of his time alone in the basement or around Winter. Neither of which screamed that he had any sort of social or sex life. 

[tempist-a]

@mausolea​  :  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  - from ryan

even smothered in numerous heavy layers, it is visible even across the small convenience store that he flinches immediately at the sound of another voice, so absorbed in scanning the windows for something yet to be seen it is evident it did not occur to him that the station would, naturally, have someone manning it - of course it would, if the doors are unlocked.

“ n-no, ” he chokes out abruptly, quickly straightening as if he were not just trying to disappear behind the shelves. “ no. ” pale eyes flicker up a last time, searching the dark scene beyond one last time. nothing. faintly, he clears his throat, blindly picks up the first thing nervous fingers brush to set on the counter. a moment’s pause, lights overhead buzzing, threatening to flicker, filling the silence. “ do you have coffee? ”

[tempist-a]

@mausolea​ : you  don’t  trust  me ?  - from john

“ of course i don’t, no. ” is the matter-of-fact answer, without pause or hesitation, nearly pleasant were his gaze not akin to chips of dizzying dark ice. he shifts his stance after a long beat, thin, agitated fingers tapping against the handle of his cane in consideration. “ save yourself the time and don’t take me for a fool. it’ll end much better for us both. ”

[hiveruled-moved]

@mausolea​​

The cerulean-haired cult leader lays in bed, scrolling through his phone mindlessly when Scarlett wanders in to join him. It was an oddly normal nightly routine that had formed over the past week or so that Kai had trouble getting used to after years of his life spent in an empty bed. As the added body weight of the other shifts the mattress ever so slightly, Kai reaches over and takes Scarlett’s hand in his own, drawing it over to his lips to kiss it. Warm, orange-tinted light from the nearby lamp reflects off the ring on her finger; a reminder of the life she once had. 

“ You’re still wearing it. “ He points out, not an accusation, but a simple observation. Kai runs his thumb over the small piece of jewelry almost tempted to take it off himself, but he refrains from the impulse and instead lets out a long exhale. “ Good. It’ll make you look like you’re distraught in your grief. If you take it off too early people will question your loyalties to him...we need to make this as believable as possible. “