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"you are disgusting, you know?"
"never thought you'd join the abyss order after all this, traveler ."
"are you that weak?"
his body is graceful as he saunters towards the golden haired entity who stood there, with the nerve to have his hair loose and it glimmers like the deep space filled with stars. anger hits the harbinger as he gets closer to see the strange looking horn protruding from the right side of his head and he just snarls, baring sharp fangs. like a snake ready to uncoil itself.
but the entity begins to walk, begins to talk as if he were the whole entirety of celestia above and it sends shivers down his spine.
"how adorable, you think your opinion matters, balladeer! but it's not cute."
"annoying to think that your opinion matters by this point."
"slinking around as if you can gain something. what a fucking gremlin."
he presses their foreheads together and the height difference isn't much because both are attempting to size another up. the entity grins and it's like looking at the face of evil, those golden hues glimmering with hatred and those pupils thin to slits. a low laugh as he grabs at the harbinger's hat and pulls it down to crush it on the wearer's head.
"you have the ugliest hat, balladeer. who let you shop for clothes?"
"shut the fuck up, you fucking douchebag."
"oh, dearest hebi , that's such a cute compliment. being a good boy isn't that hard, right?"
"what the fuck --"
the abyss herald rips the hat to shreds without much effort, an expression filled with bloodlust apparent.
the harbinger doesn't understand the shudder that runs through him like an electric shock. it runs to his brain and to his dick, causing his mind to become hazy. the harbinger didn't care if the traveler became much more than an enemy because that expression matches his own.
"what's wrong? did the precious hebi lose his forked tongue?"
their breaths are mingled and lips dangerously close, an unspoken challenge between the two as they stared another down. there's that unspoken kiss between them because none of them wants to budge an inch. they both know each has to give in eventually.
that's just how it is.
but it doesn't matter because the harbinger digs his nails into that pretty back as the damn herald rides his dick with such hunger, their noises mixing as the sounds of skin meet each other. he already bit all over that bare neck, left hickies on that alluring collarbone and made pink nipples swollen and red.
it doesn't matter because this was his hell to pay, selling his soul that it's considered absolute blasphemy . even with the loud gasps, the bruising kisses and the ( fucking desperate ) hand holding makes them both feel oddly completed and they both, positively will publicly loathe the connection.
but once again it doesn't matter when the harbinger forces the dead star onto his back, into the infamous mating press so he can get deeper to chase that high. it doesn't matter.
nothing matters because the snake is enamored with this shitty fucking bird, even if they were enemies, even if they seemed incompatible.
nothing matters when said bird moans his name like a mantra. nothing matters when their bodies press together when they both cum and their limbs are tangled together.
nothing matters because this fucking love is fucking ridiculous but the snake doesn't see himself letting go of his treasure.
"scaramouche."
"shh, shh."
they kiss, and it matters, this little secret between them.