@wargaze
he looks at you like you are the god divine, and one of these days you’ll have the courage to tell him how much you hate that. severen is a good man, a strange one, warfare taken shape and made manifest in the radiation wastes. gently, he strokes gideon’s cheek, and gideon preens, happy to be in the low light of the nuclear aftermath -- the mount is their home, where they lay amongst the foxfurs and warm pelts, unashamed of their bodies and their love. severen looks particularly beautiful against the night sky, where godly eye sees as many stars as one wants, with the recovering glaze of light pollution. severen is their god, not the other way around, and with a pause, they ask, finally.
( “ why are you looking at me like that? ” you ask as he lays above you, bare chest to bare chest, his fingers working every scar that remains on your body from your deaths, countless as they are. “ like i’m something to write home about? ” )
