Repose Halloween Spooktacular (reposehaunts) wrote in repose, @ 2016-10-25 20:19:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | *log, caleb rhodes, damian wainright, ~plot: halloween |
Fabulous and Gilded
Who: Fabulous and Gilded
What: The sun's comin' up.
Where: Picnic tables
When: After the party
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Punishment never came to iridescent butterflies - who would whip one? And what would be the point? A flick of the wrist and the world would end in a flaming bite from leather for a caterpillar fully realized. He was not the tiger, the lion, the elephant that would respond to the curl of leather hanging from the 'Master's belt. Nor was he a clown, the man with the lobster hands, a marionette so worthless that he did not even have strings to be pulled. (No, if he had had any tethers, they surely would have been tangled when he took to his feet and twirled until he was giddy and dizzy from it.)
Unless one discounted his mouth. A twitch from the other man's lips, an upcurve as if led by yarn lifted his own and he smiled back toothy and sweet. It'd be easier to show him where if he crocodile rolled in his arms, but the hand at his knee was warm though barriers of cloth and animal skin remained between them. The frown brought a kiss back, brief as a fickle lover's promise before the nymph withdrew enough to do as he'd casually offered.
He took the hand still in his and drew it up, etched leather clad knuckles against the bony point of his shoulder, and trickled it up his collarbone, then higher, to the bulk of trapezius before it tapered too far into his neck. "Here." Behind the 'master, the sky was turning pink, pale pastels championing Helios and the fading of Nyx. "Do it slow," he whispered, watching the glisten of tongue wetting dry lips. It was better that way.
And as red-orange peeked over the horizon, he shuttered mottled moss and slate eyes. "Don't look honey; sun's comin' up." Would a rainbow disappear with a sun? No, only dim, his head falling forward, the flat of his cheek glancing off stubble.