And seek my peace before the light of heaven’s gate
I have my sins like any man
But none more dark than yours
If it is I that you choose to damn
Innocent blood will stain your hands forevermore
oh corbyu… this was sort of inevitable, wasn’t it
wrote something for this too, but it ended up a little lengthy, so, under the cut it goes!
Corbyu couldn’t think over the uproar of the crowd. Their bellows of excitement and rage and malice deafened him as he knelt, no longer able to feel his long legs due to how long he had been forced to stay in this position. The chains around his throat, wrists, ankles and torso kept him locked in place against the pyre.
Tobyas, are you there? In the crowd? Are you safe?
He lifted his head sluggishly, trying to scan the crowd for any sign of his matesprit, but his malnourished and sleep deprived body was too weak for him to see far, or very clearly at all.
If you can see me, please look away. Don’t watch this. I don’t want this to be the last image of me to be etched in your mind.
He wanted Tobyas to remember him from any other moment. Him holding Tobyas in their hive. Tobyas teaching him how to cook. Corbyu teaching Tobyas how to dance, slowly swaying to romantic music in the quiet of their living space.
Can you do that for me, Tobyas…?
He could hear some highblood yelling now. A seadweller if he had to guess.
Is it a fuchsia? Or could be a violetblood like me?
If he hadn’t met Tobyas, would he be like that troll?
The loud seadweller screams something about treason, something about loyalty, and something about justice. As if they could possibly understand the meaning of that word.
They scream something about execution, raising a torch high into the air and chucking it into the pyre.
Corbyu lifts his head. The crowd roars louder as he speaks, spurred into a frenzy once more.
“If I shall truly die tonight,” Corbyu had to shout to be heard, and it seemed he had just enough voice left to do it. “I am happy to die as a good troll!“
Corbyu’s voice wavered, his own words choking him. “Rather than live as a tyrant!"
The uproar became a riot. Trolls cried out from all directions to see him lose his head.
How like me, he thought, to go out with an audience.
The theatrical troll would be leaving this life as dramatically as he had lived.
He felt the chains tighten, perhaps as a means of punishment, but he did not care. He laughed, fangs glinting in the light of the flames that grew steadily around him. He could feel them licking at his heels with their biting heat.
This is it. One final performance. Make it a good one, Corbyu.
He closed his eyes as the embers began searing his skin.
Tobyas, my love, I will see you after the smoke clears.
A tiny, bittersweet smile graced Corbyu’s lips as he looked down at the necklace he wore, bearing a beautiful golden ring with an olive-colored jewel.
9. When was the last time they had a wet dream? Bonus if you can describe it as much as you can in detail.
lord knows. he’s horny, he’s got a hot bf, shit happens
his wet dreams probably revolve a lot around his personal kinks and fantasies involving corbyu and whatnot so there’s a lot of exhibition, some more intimate stuff, and ofc him occasionally topping bc damn
13. What’s their favorite sex position(s)?
doggy style, “lotus” aka sitting in their lap, and spooning
Tobyas is easy to flirt with, as he’s pretty receptive to any sort of flirting and generally enjoys the company of others. He’s a closet romantic, so sappy actions and words go right to his heart. Toby is also very fond of animals, so someone with the same tastes could help.
(however toby is in fact taken in this quadrant! his matesprit belongs to @celtsofalternia! corbyu is my husband :pensive:)
Send my troll ♥ ♠ ♦ or ♣ for a hint on how to get that troll’s quadrant!