mistletoe COMPLETELY ON PURPOSE
‘ mistletoe ’ + with urgency + ft CC | music inspo. | @melicra
Cold crept, burgeoning like tendrils of parasitic life. Sheets of frost coated the windows, gnawed at the color from his cheeks and overburdened everything within its path. It stalled traffic with condensed snow. Swept the streets of bustling bodies as they were too frail to endure the bites of glacier teeth.
It hunted for heat like a leech sought blood. It sought to burrow into their arm and drain them dry till skin stretched and jagged slits gaped with the strain, offering a window into the livid and the pulsing red beneath. Cold was a parasite and death was just the same. Fucking persistent and unbiased. No strict agenda with whom it took or when.
Such a funereal address for man who more often than not brimmed with esprit and raging perseverance.
In between the dark clouds of innate tragedy gliding over a legion of trees, winks of light filtered, gazing upon the lost and determined below. A silver lining. In bouts of coincidences that almost seemed preordained⎯⎯⎯Omega returned to the forest staunched with death for remnants of his lost memory and in some fucked up irony, from the soil birthed his King. Literally.
Between sputters and coughs, he bore witnessed the Third’s struggle to cope with the onslaught of an inherited second chance and his eyes burned with the weight of five years returning to the forefront of his mind. Five years of unfair fucking horse shit and a loathsome, writhing fucking possessive rat he wanted to shred.
He hated The Cardinal, the harbinger of a new era. A transgressive era of change for the vulnerable and impressionable minds. Omega had seen behind the facade, the gnarled, putrid creature beneath his disguised. He wasn’t fooled⎯⎯⎯but everyone else was.
And it was within this melting pot of thoughts and the peeks of gold and green and red that adorned the lobby of hotel they stopped in for the night and the mistletoe innocently suspended overhead, that he recognized⎯⎯⎯it had been five years since he last kissed him. Five agonizing fucking years since he last felt the warmth of his body flushed against his. Five fucking years flooded with intimate memories and a cold bed.
It was this that compelled Omega to abruptly veer his chin away from the decorations and guide his lips onto him. Silencing him instantly in a passionate union of lips.
