do u know what he's going to do? pinch yozora's cheeks because they look pincheable and he isn't known for his stellar impulse control ! // hey, hey )))
⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆bite nought the hands that feed you, but pinches your cheeks. ❪ unprompted ! ❫
The ascent to PARADISE was ever arduous. Tiresome were MORTAL SOLES upon treacherous marble, BURNISHED by the humanity who had previously SCALED its heights. There was only SO MUCH Yozora could tolerate as a near HUMAN, let alone a future DEITY OF DEATH in a cybernetic hull. WEARY were limb and bone in both his WARFARE against cataclysmic machines, and his PILGRIMAGE towards his celestial crown.
His CHEEKS were, in fact, one of the FEW instances of his demi-organic anatomy left UNSCATHED by fate’s cruel hand. Not even his MIND could escape the ADVERSITY of godship and mechanical bloodshed– sanity torn like FLESH beneath a sword’s edge, conviction SCARRED without a single graze upon his SKULL.
ALAS, not all light was PURE. Mischievous fingers pervaded the KING’S SPACE, thumbs clamping down on HOLLOW CHEEKBONES. What little fat Yozora possessed on his CHEEKS, fell victim to Eraqus’s compulsion, ashen skin PUCKERED in the young master’s hold.
Whilst some would FIND the gesture endearing, Yozora was ALL but impressed. MOTLEY HUES were ever abrasive, MERCILESS in delivering light incarnate a CONDEMNING STARE. ❛ … Perish. ❜
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