#sinninggod

[solichor-a]

@sinninggod.

     just fucking shrieks, yeah.

[riftbledarchive]

@sinninggod.

     sera stares at them silently and rattles a jar of bees.

[irresurrection]

@sinninggod.

  Nott’s normally large eyes narrow to slits as she watches her friend’s familiar wind his spotted body around Dionysus’ feet, purring for attention. Frumpkin isn’t an ordinary animal just anyone can charm --- she knows this, despite Caleb’s insistence on treating his familiar as a pet. She also suspects he prefers a feline vessel, though. And felines seem to prefer Dionysus to anyone else.

  She hasn’t known them for very long. But as a detective, she has come to certain conclusions.

     “So you’re like... a god of cats? A god that cats worship?”

[abjecterrora]

“Oh, I’d ride in your sleigh.”

       “LISTEN, I NEVER want you to say that ever again.”  their brows furrow, fingers rubbing against the back of their neck.  “love, you’ve said some really strange things before, but this might have to be the worst thing you’ve ever said—-or thought.”  still, tegan presses a kiss to dio’s cheek, rubbing away the lipstick left over.  “but.  if you’re good, maybe i’ll let you.”  then, a bright, brilliant smile—-one that actually reaches their eyes.

→ christmas/holiday., accepting.

[lichestr]

@sinninggod.

    ‘ hey. ’ 

     li’s legs are dangling from her spot on their kitchen counter, ankles crossed neatly. ‘ does the house read minds? ’ context: fifteen minutes ago, she had been craving frozen sweet cream. we’ll give you two guesses as to what she’d found in the freezer, tub turning her thighs cold from where she has it balanced atop her lap.

[illwriteatragedyar]

in this house we love dio @sinninggod

[blxckbyrd-blog]

kisses the top of her head as he's passing by

To say she’s surprised is an understatement. It’s ungodly early in the morning (and yes, that wordplay was deliberate), and she’s taken a few quiet hours to read at the kitchen table with a neglected plate of fruit next to an empty teacup. To see Dio before coffee and before the clock read double digits was an event she could remember few times before.Still, her eyes close for a moment as she enjoys the contact, and turns to him only when he’s in front of her again, hesitant to break the serenity of the moment.“Looks like someone slept well.”

[perdurables]

i’ll love you ‘til my breathing stops. for summer (':

prompt.

     this is a moment where she doesn’t reply. not immediately. it’s supposed to be sweet, one of their many, infinite declarations. (yes, she loves them. yes, they love her.) but it sits heavy in her chest. all she can do is pull them closer, her legs settled atop theirs, practically in their lap, but still — closer. her face hides away in the crook of their neck, where throat meets shoulder. 

     she inhales deeply.

     “ you okay? ”

     with the way the world is headed, it’s warmer every year. summers are lasting longer than they should, and maybe the season she was two hundred years ago would have been pleased — but longer summer means shorter springs. shorter autumns. shorter winters. longer, longer, until they’re gone, until the earth is endless summer.

     one day, the earth is going to swallow itself up with fire.

     one day, even her dying god won’t be able to stay.

     she pulls away, just enough so she can lean right back in and kiss dio’s cheek.

     “ yeah. i’ll love you longer. ”