#v:redemption

[eternal-blessed]

@f-udo

Cont. from [x]

❝ —- What the hell’s wrong with you?!  ❞

MAY GOD LIBERATE OUR BOY, those nefarious images plagued his mind. Fervent blood rushed, tinting his skin in a hue rarely visible.  POUNDING – POUNDING – POUNDING, running rampant inside a cage of bones, his heart fought to gain freedom by beating faster.  This sickening sensation, DAMN, our ferocious slayer lacked the experience to handle it and thus??  He moved away instead, wishing to keep visible distance between the two.  ❝ Knock it off ! ❞

Satan laughed, and strode forward to drape his arms over Akira’s shoulders. “Why do you act as though it were a surprise?” He brushed a digit through Akira’s fringe of hair. “I joke with you, but there’s no shame in enjoying me. I am, after all, the most beautiful angel the Almighty created. Had He not intended me to be looked at, He wouldn’t have made me this way. I may not agree with Him on certain matters, but at least He did me right.”

[scavengernomorey]

@brokenspaceprince

It wasn’t an illusion. He could feel her warm body, her strong arms gentle as they held him. So she had found him. Rey, the one who had believed him, the one who found who he truly was under the web of darkness he had become entrapped in.

“Ben.” He repeated his name. “Ben Solo. That’s who I am.” Being with Rey gave him clarity. Being in her arms, he felt stronger. She was what he need along, not the old, dark whispers of Snoke’s in his ear. He needed Rey. She was his savior.

He circled his arms around her to keep her close. “Do you see the area over there? The ruins?” He was indicating the ruins near them. It had been years since anyone had come to this area. “It was a moisture farm where my Uncle Luke was raised. He told me about it in one of his stories when I was…when I was…” He trailed off before nestling his head into Rey’s shoulder and crying.

Rey rubbed his back gently, unsure of what else to do, but wanting to help him more than anything. She held him close, looking off towards the ruins that Ben pointed at. She sighed at the mention of the former Jedi and stroked his hair. 

“You are Ben Solo, and I happen to think Ben Solo is pretty incredible. C’mon, it’s warm in the Falcon. It looks like you haven’t slept in a long time.” She tentatively kissed the top of his head before she stood up, pulling him up along with her.

[eternal-blessed]

@f-udo

Cont. from [x]

‘’  G – Gosh !! ‘’

Cold??  Who had time to be cold when pulled into such milk bags; damn they were noticeable. Akira flinched, eyes scrolling down due to temptation, what the hell was all this??  Fuchsia tinted his cheeks; clearly, embarrassment flushed his face with a tint which couldn’t be hidden.  ‘’  T – Thank you,  but I’m quite alright R-Ryo! ‘’ Petite palms pressed against the Seraph’s shoulders, gently pushing them.  His heart was beating so fast it could almost explode inside his ribcage. ‘’

Dressed in a simple tank top and shorts - more out of Akira’s benefit than his own, Satan pulled the flustered man closer, supple breasts squeezed between them.

“No. You are cold.” He said, never mind that it was in the middle of summer, night time or not. “Humans are fragile. I must protect you.” He played up the ‘oblivious angel’ act. “If you freeze and perish, it will be my greatest grievance.”

[eternal-blessed]

@f-udo

Cont. from [x]

❝ Stop looking for them && come to bed.  ❞

He’d clarified, clearly, after a SENSUOUS night there were no means of making him function normally. Our beast’s flesh was yet LACKADAISICAL, only functional if touches were to be exchanged.  Satan’s disposition of leaving after experiencing raw ‘love’ didn’t faze him, not at the least, in fact?? If the SERAPH wasn’t willing to join the bed, then he was more than free to leave. Akira just wasn’t comfortable with the idea of vacating the warmth from beneath the bed sheets, his muscles were still radiating a pleasant sensation from the previous night.

Satan wandered a bit more within the chamber, and poked his head out the door, looking toward the stairs.

“We have to stop losing your clothes.” He sighed upon seeing no sign of shirt or trousers, and turned back to the room. “Before long, this entire city is going to be littered with bits of your wardrobe.” Walking up to the bed, he slipped under the covers, and scooted close to Akira before draping an arm across Akira’s chest.

“Demons have a keen sense of smell. I don’t want them to find this place and disrupt our peace.”

[first-son-of-finwe]

~Redemption~

Fëanor had come alone, as requested, though his army was a mere crying distance away. Though this trade was designed to sway each side to peace once and for all, neither side was fool enough to trust the other completely. No doubt Melkor had his own foul servants close to hand...but it was one servant in particular that Fëanor had come here for.

He was standing right beside Morgoth, and Fëanor looked over his prize with critical eyes. This is what he was getting in exchange for his priceless work...whether it would be worth it or not, that he would have to find out.

“This is the end, then,” he intoned, looking right into the Vala’s dreadful gaze.

“Through this trade, there will be no more war...my armies shall retreat, as shall yours, and may we never lay eyes on each other again. You swear that it will be so?”

@lieutenant-of-darkness