Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)
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"I—I don't understand the anger you harbour on my behalf, but—" His breath caught again. Truthless Recluse drew the fount in, up until their bodies pressed together. "But I can't—"
"Can't what?" Truthless Recluse's hand moved up the virtue's waist, the material catching against the texture of his hands, calloused with work and other things beyond fount's comprehension. "Have you chosen yet?"
"Chosen?" It felt like each sentence become more confusing, as if Truthless Recluse spoke in mazes that twisted their shape with each glance . When the blond heard that hint of a question, he frowned.
"A name." It sounded almost agitated, but the rumble against the fount's skin sent something strange down the curve of his spine. "Or will you deny yourself that as well?"
Pale blue fingers pressed into the darkened robes further, as if he could will Truthless Recluse to stop speaking with that alone. "I—I am the fount—"
"Wrong."
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- Part 1 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)
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His hands balled into fists more, nearly shaking. "Some people… refresh their mind differently."
"That's what you call it when you try to keep your thoughts from taking their own direction? Refreshing your mind?"
"You—" His jaw tensed. "Mustn't—Shouldn't talk to me like that."
Truthless Recluse all but scoffed, hands slipping up to grab at the chair's back rest. He pulled it back with one fell tug, having Fount's breath catch when he nearly slipped off from it. "I'd say it's too late to be setting such boundaries. Would you?"
Leaving the emissary speechless, the healer straightened. "Get up."
"I'm not done with—"
"Get up."
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- Part 2 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)
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"I was wondering how… to go about it." He admitted—but he did not need Shadow Milk’s approval. It was not like he was a sinner who confided in a priest—rather, he was the priest who mused the punishment for a heathen. Cathartic value, really, if only for one of them. "To kill you is too unjust—too violent to ever be worth it."
Shadow Milk sucked in a breath when the graze moved lower, softness of lips sinking right above his navel. He hiccuped, oblivious to when his tears truly fell. "But to give you what you've given—that… just won't cut it."
Try as one might, one can never truly repay to one who caused damage in childhood. The weight of the event simply changed value as one grew.
Even if possible, Pure Vanilla would not find solace in it.
His lips swiped right above the line of the underwear, the flesh jumping from ragged breaths as the taller finally gripped the sides. Shadow Milk tried to twist as soon as the fabric was pulled away from his skin, brushing downward his thighs.
The air stilled, and so did their breaths.
"I hate how unworthy you make me feel." A breathed mutter, warm air hitting the inner flesh of Shadow Milk’s thighs. "I hate how I still want your approval."
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- Part 3 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)
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Somewhere there, his heart felt as if it could finally drop the weight, and accept the gravity of the situation—one that, it seemed, Shadow Milk was all too keen on avoiding.
Then, the words came. Pure Vanilla didn't know why he expected anything more.
"Nah," with a dismissive hand, the other slid his hand between the physician and the car, fingers making way to hook on the car's handle.
The taller's hand slammed onto the doors thoughtlessly. He didn't realise until the warmth bit his palm.
"Nothing?" he urged.
Shadow Milk's eyes widened and the movement seemed to have stunned his scheme. The taller's voice came lower, even though it was no secret that he whispered. In fact, maybe it was shame that kept him from airing the other's laundry.
"Not even the fact that you've had my child?"
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- Part 4 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)