If Viggo is a deity, will leave Idris at the shrine
[Viggo’s picture is in a simple frame with the glass reflecting the flickering flames from the candles beside it. However, it’s not those objects that immediately catch the “deity’s” full attention, but rather his husband seemingly made to sit on the floor with a red ribbon tying his hands behind his back in a type of bow. Idris’ chest is exposed, along with the long legs that are crossed, trying to conceal the only piece of cloth clinging to his body as the face burns bright red. The outline of it is shown in spite of the modesty, curving only around the prominent figure beneath. It takes Viggo a moment to realize that the brunet’s hips are nearly as bare as the rest of him, with the exception of a thin string to keep what’s there in place.
When he speaks, his face is colorless and the voice unintentionally lower as he moves closer to untie him.]
...I really have no words...
[Eyes have to shift down to undo the bow, but in doing so, the lens’ focus hits upon the matching red string snaking between Idris’ rounded curves. It makes the fingers falter in their original efforts and his lips to part, thinking that he’ll find the words from the surprise, but all that comes is a quiet breath against the other’s neck.]
..still nothing..