|Naomh Pádraig | Saint Patrick (naomh_padraig) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-11-08 15:55:00
|Entry tags:||-abroad, saint padraig, uk!terpe|
WHO: UK!Terpe, Padraig
WHAT: I WANT TO SEX NOW PLS FUCK THIS WORLD. Also Euterpe being amazingly logical
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Euterpe's house
WARNINGS: A saint hardcore wanting muse sex, also saintly horniness on account of Lust shenanigans.
His conversations with his brothers hadn't even come to an end when Padraig found himself abandoning his safe home and headed for the muse's on foot. His stomach was churning with anticipation, sure that he was both about to make the best decision ever and the worst at the same time. This year had been one of the most trying he'd ever been through, with the centennial of the Easter Rising, and all that Brexit nonsense affecting the North. Now, on the verge of the American election which could very well put the world in dire danger, all Padraig wanted to do was be by Euterpe's side.
But also in her bed, if he was being honest with himself.
It didn't help that Lust was still so mixed up in his head. Since Euterpe discovering that Padraig often flogged himself for the sin of lust, he hadn't done so again. He'd promised her, after all. There was more to it, however, despite how much he wanted to ignore it. Ever since he had experienced Lust 'assisting' him with the flagellation, self-inflicted pain and desire were all mixed up in his head. He had tested the theory on occasion, though only delicately. Once he had been attempting to dig a piece of toast out of the toaster and deliberately shoved the knife too deeply inside. The resulting, and intentionally self-inflicted shock sent a wave of pain and pleasure through his body. He'd tested it again by just jamming a fork into his thigh late one night, when morbid curiosity and too much alcohol had gotten the better of him.
Both times, he had had to take a long, cold shower, just to calm himself down from the overwhelming need.
He told himself, however, that wanting Euterpe now had nothing to do with that. It wasn't the result of giving in, and it wasn't because he was overwhelmed or terrified or any of that. He was just in love and so tired of denying it.
So he knocked on her door and waited, his stomach in knots and his heart in this throat.