navydoves

[navydoves]

I feel like Colonel Caleb potential need to be talked more

✎ᝰ i agree!

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colonel caleb who loves walking around in his uniform all day because he knows it flusters you a little bit. he loves the way your eyes rake over his very modest appearance. he knows even in this, he can win you over.

colonel caleb who invited you over to the fleet (even though he’s technically not supposed to) just so he can show off how much authority and power he has over his crew.

colonel caleb who loves seeing you dress up all girly and feminine just so you can contrast his more masculine, authoritative look. he loves when you two go out and he can not only show off how pretty you are but also show off how protective he is of you in that suit of his.

colonel caleb who doesn’t bother stripping during sex because he loves asserting his dominance over you while in his uniform.

colonel caleb who makes you call him ‘colonel’ or ‘sir’ in bed because it turns both him and you on. the best type of submission doesn’t come from his fleet crew, but instead, comes from you when you’re squirming and pawing at him to give you more.

colonel caleb who has you sit on his lap during fleet meetings or while he’s piloting because he really enjoys making it uncomfortably obvious to everyone else that you’re his.

colonel caleb letting you tie his tie everyday before he goes off to work and never caring how messy or unkempt it looks because he loves that you try anyway.

colonel caleb letting you hold and polish his guns while he watches you very carefully incase you accidentally fire it. he knows you have hunter experience but he wouldn’t let himself live if you got hurt.

colonel caleb who likes putting his pilot hat on you while you’re riding him and making jokes about how you’re “hitting turbulence.”

colonel caleb who lets you walk with him down the army line of saluting men despite you not being allowed to do so without a formal title.

colonel caleb who calls you his army wife to his colleagues and to your face. and when people point out that you don’t even have a ring on your finger, he teasingly smiles at you and says: “soon, right mrs. xia?”

colonel caleb who lets you play around in his office all day when he’s busy because you’ve always liked the cool mechanics and gadgets the fleet has.

colonel caleb who doesn’t board any plane without giving you a deep, intimate kiss beforehand and letting you know he loves you very dearly.

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[navydoves]

notice

hey all, sorry for the like semi-hiatus. yall don’t even know what kinda bullshit has been going on in my life LMFAO. anyway, i will try to be as active as i can be. i will never fully go away. yall cant get rid of me that easy!!!

no promises on what/who is posted next. i think i want to post shorter pieces just so i dont have to spend hours writing when im going through shit IRL LOL! anywhoooo, im always up for suggestions/requests. thanks everyone!

[navydoves]

From Xavier girl to Xavier girl..have you seen his new myth??OMG we need some headcannons with our king(nsfw and sfw) if you want to ofc and thx🩷

not me coming back from my hiatus for kingvier… i wish i could describe to you how much i love him and his new myth but words don’t do my intense feelings justice. i don’t know anyone more devoted than him…anyway i’ll let my headcanons do their thing.

King Xavier Headcanons

✎ᝰ cw: NSFW & SFW, MYTH SPOILERS!

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SFW

♛ since you’ve made it a habit of braiding his hair, xavier makes it a habit back. he’ll idly braid your hair while you sleep, read, write, in conversation. he’s gotten to know your hair and it’s texture enough that he’ll always notice when it’s mussed up or especially clean.

♛ shadowbind is not just his horse, it’s yours now too. he teaches you to take care of him and sooner or later the stallion is attached to you. xavier will take you on late night rides through the fields to help clear your head and get you fresh air. he’ll always let you sit in front and he’ll always hold you tight from the back.

♛ he gets you your own throne… and then teases you with it. he’ll see you sitting there like a queen and playfully kneel to you. he’ll play with you. say “fetch me some water,” the eager king is scrambling to get you a glass. “i’m too tired to walk down these steps,” the eager king picks you up immediately. while sparring you’ll land a decisive hit on his chest and he’ll dramatically stumble back and beg for your mercy. “please, my queen! i will challenge you no longer!”

♛ speaking of sparring, if there’s one thing king xavier loves doing, it’s tending to you. you point at every place he hit you too hard and pout. he’ll smile and nod. “here?” he kisses your shoulder. “where else? here?” he kisses your wrist. “where else does it hurt, your majesty?” he kisses your hip. “you seem to be hurting everywhere. do not fret, i have enough kisses.”

♛ stations himself outside of your door for hours on end just to make sure you’re not bothered by the reverants or having another bad dream. he listens to every sigh and sound. he doesn’t sleep much already, but he’d rather spend his spare time waiting on you anyway.

♛ sometimes the crown gets too heavy and annoying for him, so he asks you to make him flower crowns to replace them. each week you’ll design a new crown of different colors and intricacies for him to wear, and each crown he preserves in glass boxes on display around his castle. king xavier is more sentimental than he looks.

NSFW

♛ not too much of a patient guy… at all. if he wants you then he really wants you, he doesn’t want to wait if he doesn’t have to. he lets you know by placing his cold, armored hands on your hips and tilts you back to his front. he’s not shy with his words either. “you don’t wear armor like i do, instead you parade around in thin silk and expect me to not notice how beautiful you look.”

♛ on the throne. yeah. particularly eating you out on the throne. the throne room is so large and vast, your moans would echo out so loudly that it just makes the entire experience better. why is sex and intimacy limited to just the bedroom? this is his castle after all, and you are his queen. he has every right. but the throne is so intimate. it’s made of only the most precious materials, materials that shimmer and shine whenever you come on them. sometimes he’ll have you such a wreck that your arousal will drip from the seat and onto the floors. he won’t stop until you’re sliding off the seat but even then, he’ll hold you down and dig his head beneath your dress and drink until the seat is dry again.

♛ likes it semi-public. i’m talking not obvious but… suspicious. like if you’re in a crowd of people and stagnant for awhile… why can’t he just slip it in? he’ll give a look, one you know all too well. you could stop him and tell him to wait but… you could also enjoy yourself. “up for me,” he murmurs by your ear, referring to your dress. everything is pulled aside to be able to fill you. his body and armor are big enough to shield what’s really happening, but sometimes it’s a close call. he thrusts gently when people are talking to you or him and it makes you stutter and stumble a bit. when the attention isn’t so intense, he’ll lean down and nibble on your ear while verbally teasing you. “you’re so tight that you’re dragging me everywhere you go by my cock. excited, my queen?”

♛ one thing led to another but… you really liked his sword… and he really liked that you really liked his sword. so he wanted to see just how much you liked it. “just like that, slower,” he rumbles. xavier’s sat on a chair by your bed, watching you hump the scabbard of the sword. all the rough and bumpy details make for good stimulation on your clit. king xavier likes watching. he likes directing. “spread a bit more for me. does it feel good grinding on it? all those intricate, beautiful designs, crafted to be revered and shine bright, are now being used as your toy. maybe i’ll fight better next time if you come all over it.”

♛ favorite position: cow girl… or reverse! why? it’s the most convenient. he loves every position, but he looovvesss having you on his lap and he looovvessss watching. on his throne? cowgirl works best. on the horse? reverse cowgirl. on a field in his arms, bow bow bow, cowgirl. it’s also a very easy position to switch into other positions. your size does not matter, he’s too strong for his own good. one flip and you’re in missionary. another one, you’re on your side. it’s the best!

♛ loves draping you in his clothes. he wants you completely naked… and then he wants to throw his cape and crown on you. that’s it. he loves sex this way. the cape is way too big for you and his crown doesn’t nestle properly on your head, but he doesn’t want you to look prim and proper when in bed with him, he wants you to be a mess. it’s a not-so-subtle way of saying that you are his. not ownership, but your love, attention, affection, devotion all belong to him and him only, same way his belong to you. for too long he’s been just king. so he needs to make sure you know now that it’s king and queen.

[navydoves]

could you put your longer writings under a read more cut please

WHAATT i didn’t know you could do that… i just learned that today. on my phone it automatically cuts the fics but on desktop i was always so annoyed at all the scrolling.

omg thank you for letting me know this is crazy!!

[navydoves]

If holding you hostage nicely until we get a happy ending cause I can’t take a bad ending haven’t all the LIs experience enough with their myths kill MC or something instead they can’t die 😭

you’re crazy if you think i’m gonna write an entire new thing for a happy ending to blood bag. it’s happy if you SQUINT. it’s true, there’s a lot of angst in lads already, but hey, i warned everyone! since day 1!

i’ll only ever write an alt. end if there’s enough demand but there 100% won’t be so… yknow… :3

[navydoves]

BLOOD BAG — Chapter 4 —FINALE

"with honor and love."

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✎ᝰ. summary. you’re a vampire, you need blood. sylus is the most powerful man on this side of the planet. he has what you need.

✎ᝰ. cw. it's all angst this chapter bro

✎ᝰ. wc. 9.5k

✎ᝰ. a/n. heyyy... long time no see. i swear i have a good excuse this time. i just graduated and have been traveling a bit for my summer, lol! but no worries, this is the last chapter of blood bag so no more long breaks from me, hehe.

i will warn you all, this is the angstiest chapter so far, but it ranks as my favorite. when i tell you i SLAVED away writing this. like i'm tired bro. as usual not proofread and i will fix as time goes on, pls ignore bad grammar.

i really hope the wait was worth it and that you all don't kill me for what's in here. a lot of foreshadow and in-between-the-lines writing. hopefully it's all understood. enjoyyyyy! or don't...

ch1 ch2 ch3

fear was a common experience throughout the n109 zone. with it being one of the most dangerous and reckless sovereignties there were to date, fear was an emotion you felt when you first stepped in, but lost once you finally got acclimated.

so while fear was common, it was also uncommon to feel. it depended on who you were.

luke and kieran felt little to no fear while working alongside the sovereignty ruler. but that spell was broken when the sovereignty ruler forced them to experience fear again.

“what are you two doing?”

“boss! we swear it isn’t what it looks like!” luke interjects quickly.

“yes, please, we were just trying to help,” kieran adds on. he was subconsciously trying to block your body from view despite trying to convince sylus that it was okay.

sylus doesn’t say anything for a few very long, terse moments. and luke and kieran knew better than to continue scrambling for an excuse. sylus fixes his gaze at you, past the two mumbling and fearful twins. you don't stay anything, you don't look any particular type of way. surely, you've been through worse than being interrogated by a pair of emotional kids. the small cut in your neck told sylus that they didn't get far and they wouldn't have gotten far in the first place.

to truly disobey and go behind sylus, their guardian himself? never. sylus lets out one, dry, and humorless laugh. "help? after i've repeatedly told the two of you to stay out of my business, your tactic of help is to intervene? do you see what sort of nonsense logic that is?" "you're the one who's taught us to fight for what we want!" kieran rebuttals. "we... we want you back, boss! you're sick and it's her doing!" kieran points an accusatory finger at you, but your expression doesn't change. what was humoring at first was now exhausting to your brain. sylus looks back at you. there was a stark difference between the emotions he felt looking at the twins and then looking at you. one face made him feel rage while the other calmed him down instantly. favourites had already been chosen, it seemed. "you know nothing of sick," sylus simply responded, except this time he didn't look back at the twins, he kept his gaze on you. "sick is what i've been these past few decades. sick with no help or remedy. you two... know nothing of sick." sylus calmly walks further into the room and past the twins. as much as they wanted to stand their ground, it was over. they would never stand against sylus. he walks to you and with a simple tilt of his finger, frees you from your confines and helps you stand. "boss," luke finally speaks up, "then please, help us understand. what is it you've been suffering from? what is it that this vampire brings you that cures you? i... i know you're upset, but we've only acted because we... we know nothing about you, not anymore." sylus makes sure your wrists and ankles were alright first before even considering luke's words. gently, he cups the back of your head and brings your head against his chest protectively. still, his eyes laid on you and not the twins behind him. "i'm tired, luke," sylus simply responds, "and this girl here... is tired as well." that was everything sylus had to say. all the explanation he was willing to offer. gently, with his hand on the small of your back, sylus guides you to the bedroom door. he doesn't pay mind to the soft crying sounds of kieran or the defeat noise coming luke. once at the threshold, sylus turns his head to the side to luke and kieran. "this is your final warning. next time, you're sent off to base for corrections and won't return until i say so." a tense pause. "i love you two, but i've become sick of your games." like nothing, the bedroom door closes behind sylus and you, leaving the twins alone once again. luke glances at his brother with a mix of regret and exhaustion plaguing his mind. he puts a reassuring hand on the quiet, crying kieran and looks down at their feet. "we fucked up." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

sylus leads you away from that specific hall. this manor held enough bedrooms to fit half of the n109 zone and all he needed to do was find one far away enough for comfort.

a few floors up and a few halls down, you sat quietly on the edge of a guest bed with sylus behind you laid down on the mattress. the walk here was silent and getting situated here was too. you weren't hurt apart from the small nick on your neck. the most you faced was an annoying interruption from your slumber and a few bouts of guilt. guilt you had to voice at least a little. "sylus," you whisper while keeping your gaze down at your dangling feet. he makes a noise of acknowledgement. "how badly... do you need me?" the question was odd... unspecified, but sylus didn't spend his time pondering on it. he knew his answer. "i don't remember the last time i needed something so much." "but..." you mumble, "i'm also greedy. i feel like i can't survive without your blood. to put two greedy people together like this..." "greed is all i've known," sylus states flatly. "i've been greedy for power, for weaponry, for success, for influence, but i've never been greedy for a person. you feed me back." "is that how you see it?" "yes. do you see it differently?" you squint your eyes before closing them all the way and shaking your head. "no. i want to be greedy. it's all i've known too. i don't remember what it's like to be human anymore, i've only faked it for survival but it never felt real. it felt like a charade." sylus makes another noise of acknowledgement. "then, i don't see a problem here." he sits up and stares at your back for a few moments before moving to your side of the bed. he sat right behind you, heat radiating off of his larger body. you only tensed for a second before relaxing in his presence.

sylus admires the slope of your neck and shoulders with quiet eyes. he moves his hands to your waist and rubs you over your new gifted dress with slow intensity. you could feel his breathing fanning your nape.

you don't question it, or at least you try not to. he was so strange like this. upset one second and calm the next. his moodiness was no stranger to you, after all, he once planned to kill you and was now tenderly touching your body. "do you need blood?" sylus asks lowly by your ear. "i feel more energized after sleeping, it could be good for you." "... yeah, i'll go for some blood." sylus shifts your body around to mount you on his lap. a faint, quick smile appears on his lips as he strokes the back of your head and waits for you to take the lead. you notice his sudden calmness and decided now was the best time to feed anyway.

you lean into his neck and sniff it out his skin first before licking the area you planned to bite. while before, you'd rush the bites and feeding sessions, you now took more meticulous steps and effort. after a few good licks you sink in your teeth into sylus's neck until the entirety of your fangs were enveloped by his flesh. a mutual groan escapes both you and him.

"there we go," sylus praises softly. a mix of pain and euphoria runs through his body as he feels your rather gentle sucks against his skin. he presses you closer into him and tilts his head back to allow you more access. "you're doing good." "i don't need the chit-chat," you muffle against his throat. "right, apologies." just like every time before, without fail, the intoxicating taste of dragon blood has you hazed and addicted. nothing felt or tasted better than this, nothing at all. no human guilty pleasure and no animal blood could match the pleasure and satiation given to you by this man.

your eyes flutter close, and your hands knead sylus's arms desperately. while such rich and tasty blood usually left you feeling powerful and strong, you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of vulnerability within sylus's arms. all these lifetimes later, he still smelt the same and still felt the same. the memory burned.

a life long forgotten by these two monsters came back all the familiar with just one embrace. sylus positioned his head back straight and bent down to peek at your hungry expression. but seeing an emotional and helpless look be in its place instead allowed a surge of protectiveness to course through him. he held you tighter, straining the muscles in his forearms.

"drink, drink all you need. it's alright," he whispered into your hair. you couldn't even respond. his lips peppered slow and gentle kisses over the crown of your head to help soothe whatever turmoil was going on within you. it was subtle, too. the way your eyes clamped tighter than before, the way your lips quivered slightly. it was almost imperceptible, but sylus knew it so well. almost as if he truly knew you. sylus himself was also a melting pot of emotions. an affection once lost grew back tenfold and was mixed in with his feelings of pleasure. but barely could his mind even register these sensations with such intense blood loss.

he held you tight again before slowly losing his grip. in came the unfortunate side effect of providing for you - the exhaustion.

you pulled back before it could get too much worse, though. every time you fed you could feel sylus's heartbeat in your fangs, and when it slowed down too much, you always stopped.

you glanced up at him while licking away the remnants of blood from your lips. he was, by the looks of it, dizzy and trying to keep awake. this was the first your feeding had affected him so much. too much blood... you'd taken too much blood. and not just from this session, from all your sessions. it was catching up to him. "sylus?" you meekly say his name in hopes of grabbing his attention before it fizzled out. "ah... my head," he laments softly. with a surge of effort he decides to looks down at you and give you his attention. he smiles, genuinely. "was that good for you? it was good for me." you nod, but not without worry simmering in the back of your mind. "it was... amazing, as usual. you said your head hurt? maybe you should lay down." you push sylus backward onto the bed and he easily follows. he shifts until he was laid on the pillow, over the covers, and comfortably by your side. silently, you scoot off the bed and walk to the connected bathroom of the guest room. a few minutes later you emerge with a cup of water and bring it to the bedside table. "it's sink water with a toothbrush cup, but i hope it works," you say softly.

sylus glances at the cup but spares it little attention in comparison to you. "thank you, but i recover easily. i don't need the worry." "i'm not worried," you were, "but it's not a fun sight seeing someone in distress. i've already told you i don't like hurting people." you climb the bed once more and sit politely on your knees next to him. "your recovery time has gotten worse." sylus grunts. "it has. i'll be back to normal regardless."

the small admission takes both you and him aback. not only has he gotten weaker, butstill more vulnerable and honest.

sylus blinks a few times and shifts his gaze to your face. he scrutinizes you for a moment. "you've changed too. you're not feeding as desperately. you seemed a bit more... sensitive today." you flush from slight embarrassment. you didn't think sylus could notice your sentimentality while feeding. "um," you hesitate, "i suppose i'm still shaken from earlier. yknow, with your twins." a lie. sylus's expression drops. he makes a disapproving noise. "i don't know what they were thinking, they shouldn't have done that to you. they treated you like a monster. it made me so furious but i couldn't take it out on them."

you shake your head profusely. "no, it's alright. i could tell they weren't really going to do anything. i could also tell that they care a lot about you. i'm okay, really. i've been through worse." you stares at sylus in hopes of getting some type of understanding reaction out of him but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. you see his hand lift and land on your knee, thumb now caressing you back and forth.

"not anymore," he grumbles. "hm?" "you won't be going through anymore with me. i'll keep you safe, i'll give you a good life. i don't want anyone to stand in the way of that, not even luke and kieran." sylus's words make you swallow. unsure, uncertain, confused, none of these words were even close to what you felt. no matter his or your betrayal, it seemed that deep down he still loved you, but did you still feel the same? you knew nothing of love anymore; you only knew greed. you only wanted to use him and admitting that verbally or mentally hurt. "sylus..." you whisper out his name cautiously.

he sits up and rubs the side of his head once more before zeroing in on you. he slides his hand up a little higher to the beginning of your thigh. he says your name gently to get your attention. "can we have sex?"

the whirlwind of chaos within you suddenly came to a stop. you froze at his ask, wondering if maybe you just misheard him. his timing was almost comical.

meeting your eyes with his you could see a slight hopefulness in them mixed with a look of desire. and yet, his expression was only the second most interesting thing in the room apart from your dumbfounded face. the first most interesting thing was prominent at his navel, poking and large with no attempts of being hidden by sylus.

what could you even say? "n...no," you stammer, flushed. the hopefulness in sylus dies. "i... i just... need blood, i don't need anything else."

sylus wets his lips in dejection and removes his hand from your leg. he nods slightly. "i understand," he whispers, "i apologize if i've made you uncomfortable."

"i... no it... i'm okay. you haven't done anything."

an awkward silence emerges between you and him. and yet, his obvious sign of arousal wasn't going down. you almost wanted to soothe him, but not in that manner. the upset plastered on his face made you yourself upset, and you didn't like that. if he was offering you a lavish, safe life, the least you could was tend to him. even a little. after all, no matter how much turmoil there was between you two, it was still one soul you shared. and there was really only one way you knew how to soothe him. "sylus, can i feed?" sylus perks up in surprise. he furrows his brows at you. "you didn't get enough? you should've told me." he gently tugs your wrist so you could get back on his lap. "come feed, i feel better now." you apprehensively climb back onto sylus, nestling your legs on either side of his hips and sitting directly on his crotch. both of you ignored the intimate touching that was happening there. "are you sure you feel better? it hasn't been long at all. i can wait," you say almost insistently. you didn't need blood at all, you were just doing this for him. "if there's one thing that can make me feel better," sylus murmurs against your neck, "it's your teeth in me." he doesn't pull back right away to let you begin, instead he keeps his attention on the curve of your neck and jaw. gently, he trails kisses down the line of your throat and to your collarbones before moving up to your ear. he lets out a soft sigh. "let me... just have this."

you were frozen on his lap as he gave you sensual affections. your hands didn't know what to do except tug on the sleeves of his shirt, helping yourself keep grounded in such a heated atmosphere.

let him have this, you repeated in your head, just like he let you have him.

my virgin.

sylus presses his palms flat against your back and pushes you impossibly closer to his chest. he took advantage of your smaller form to maneuver you how he wanted, all while still treading the fine line between being needy and being forceful.

forcing you? making you unbearably uncomfortable? never, ever. but your soft sighs and shallow breaths told him you weren't as apprehensive as he might've thought.

he continues his kisses back down to the base of your neck and nibbles your skin there. he nips and nips until he could no longer take it anymore and threatens a bite to your neck.

you feel it, his canines just grazing you but refusing to go further and break the skin barrier. he retreats.

"sylus," you gasp his name softly. you gently pull his head back and search his eyes. hazed over, glossy, with pink sclera. "sylus, are you... are you okay?" "i need you," he croaks with a rough, vulnerable voice, "anything, give me anything..."

you feel yourself go speechless, somewhat unsure of what he was asking for. you could feed right then but the way he was looking at you... it wasn't right. he was drained of everything but desperation for you.

"i don't understand..." you admit with a barely-there voice. "anything," he repeats. you squint your eyes at him and trace the curves and contours of his face before landing your gaze on his lips. noticing where your eyes were at, sylus eagerly shifts his face closer to yours to plead.

there was a tense air, tenser than any atmosphere you two have shared before.

and when your lips slotted again his for the first time, that tension broke immediately.

sylus groaned intensely into your mouth as he feels a new type of greed overtake him. you couldn't be any closer, but he tried to close that non-existent distance anyway. he pressed against you so hard you toppled back onto the bed and laid underneath him. his arms were locked around your waist in a bearhug, forcing you up against his fervent lips. the sounds coming from him were dizzying. a mix of groans and grunts, whimpers and whines. he could taste every non-human part of your soul with just his tongue against yours. it was overwhelming but so good, even to your unexpecting self. you didn't push him off nor wrestle against his surprising strength. instead, you let yourself get lost in the kiss of someone long lost to you. and yet it still didn't feel like love, all it felt like for you was greed. greed for your blood bag.

between heavy breaths and intense kisses, sylus pulls back and squishes your cheeks together. he pants in your face. "bite me."

"what?" before you could question it any further, sylus forces your mouth onto his and pierces himself against your fangs with a brutal push. he groans in pain, but it contrasted the blissful expression on his face.

blood rushes into your mouth and your throat automatically starts swallowing everything. it all happened so fast, you couldn't even get a proper thought out before your judgement was clouded with desperation. no matter how full you were, tasting even one drop of sylus's blood would get you hooked on him again.

you sucked and sucked, and every suck caused sylus to become equally weaker and stimulated. you could feel the gentle grinds of his pelvis against yours, but it was the least of your concerns at the moment. the blood was coming in excess and was too much for simple swallows. it began dripping down the sides of your mouth through the kiss, all the way down to the side of your head and pooling by your cheeks on the mattress.

if you told yourself a decade ago that you would be abundant in such rich blood from a person who was impervious to becoming a vampire, you'd think you were crazy. but here you were, being fed like a babe from none other than the man you betrayed.

you felt drips of tears landing on your face coming from sylus's closed eyes. he was no longer making as much noise or holding you as tight, but he kept still there to keep you feeding. you weren't sure what the tears were about but you guessed it was exhaustion.

his heart was slowing down again, the slowest it'd ever been since you first started feeding. your fangs ached for more but in the midst of your disgusting greed you had one sober thought. his heart is going to stop.

immediately you unsheathe yourself from his lips and gasp for air. there was an immense amount of blood on both mouths and still some coming out of his inner lips. before you could help him lay down, he was already passing out and doing it himself.

sylus's back hit the bed as his eyes fluttered and his body gave out.

you quickly scramble by his side and look over his red streaked face. "sy...sylus?" you whisper with fear lacing your voice.

his chest moved slowly with breaths. too slowly for comfort, but it was something. you let out a breath of your own at the sight.

against your better judgement, you lick the remnants of blood from his face and then stare down at his unconscious state. you quiver slightly.

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"no... he's not talking to anyone," luke murmurs under his breath. "what? what does that even mean? does he even understand what's been happening to the other sovereignties? does he not understand what this could mean for the n109 zone?!"

kieran squeezes his eyes shut in frustration. he holds back nasty retorts. "it's irrelevant. you can complain all you want but we've said this multiple times he's not going to give you the time-" "chancellor madison," a familiar voice purrs from around the corner. sylus appears with his arms tucked behind his back, a demonstration of respect and ease. "i apologize, have my assistants been unhelpful to you? forgive them, they're only trying to heed my words." the twins snap their heads to their boss. it had been days since they last fully saw him. there were only traces of his and your existence here. distant voices, lights left on, weapons moved around - stuff like that. but seeing his face fully now, especially without you clinging to him, was a breath of relief for luke and kieran. the chancellor rejoices. "master sylus! you've appeared. you've had the other soverns think of you as a myth. i've been meaning to speak to you." sylus smiles gently and looks at the twins, giving them a reassuring look that he had this handled. he looks back at the chancellor. "you hail from eversnow? your cold climate is allowing for vampires to thrive in your environment and causing an outbreak? i overheard. you seek militant power from me to help fend them off, i presume." the chancellor nodded. "precisely. nothing more, nothing less. i ask for simple requests, i hope you can see to them. i'll admit, i wasn't confident with this ask seeing as you've rejected every other chancellor that has come forth. but... i have enough audacity to show up here now.”

sylus chuckles in amusement. “well i’m here to reward you with such audacity. the n109 is happy to help with your crisis. as along as my informants can get in touch with yours, there should be no problem transporting weaponry and a few armed troops, if you so wish.”

the twins and chancellor stare at sylus in shock. luke and kieran in actual, genuine shock and the chancellor in a more elated shock.

sylus? head of the selfish n109 zone? finally aiding those who came to him? unheard of.

“you are… being serious, master?” the chancellor stammers.

sylus doesn’t answer, he just continues smiling.

“i…i’ll have my informants contact yours then, n…no issue at all! we’ll just go through weaponry checks and other stuff to ensure the authenticity of it all… but not because we doubt you! it… it’s only routine, please take no offense.”

“none taken,” sylus rumbles.

the chancellor nods eagerly, an obvious sweat appearing on his skin even with sylus all amicable like this. “we truly appreciate this step then, master sylus! i wish to bother you no more! i shall see myself out!” he bows gently to the twins and then to sylus before scurrying out the main lobby of the estate, out of sight.

dumbfounded. luke and kieran were dumbfounded.

“boss?” luke furrows his brows. he looks at the empty space where the chancellor just was and then to sylus. “boss, why… why did you do that?”

sylus tilts his head and raises a brow. “did you not hear him? eversnow needed aid, i’m giving it to them.”

“but!” kieran interjected, “but you told us rather die than send our aid to other sovereignties! how can you change your mind like that?”

sylus glances at the floor, perhaps in thought, and sighs. “you two question everything i do, why is that? i guess i’ve had a change of heart…”

the twins glance at each other then take off their masks to reveal their accusatory expressions. “you’ve never had a ‘change of heart’ before, boss,” luke frowns, sensing something else was up.

kieran felt the odd energy too. he steps forward. “yeah, does this have to do anything with that-“ immediately luke pulls his brother back and shuts him up with a look.

don’t talk about the vampire.

unspoken rule ever since the “kidnapping” incident.

sylus narrows his eyes at the twins. “i don’t appreciate the interrogation. you’re almost making me rethink giving up the base codes to you two.”

luke and kieran glance at each other once again. “base codes?!” they say in unison.

luke speaks first. “what… what do you mean? like you’re giving us the codes to all the machinery and vaults and stuff?”

kieran scoffs. “no way, he’s bluffing. you’ve kept those things under wraps since we’ve known you.”

sylus doesn’t say anything. instead, he just smiles again. the twins are met with disbelief.

“boss… are you really trusting us with that sort of thing? why? you’re being… oddly nice…” kieran laughs nervously.

“am i?” sylus shrugs. “i thought you two would prefer the kinder side of me.” he turns around and faces the hall down the lobby, about to make his leave. it was true. the air around seemed lighter, but there was something off about him that was hard to point out.

definitely though, boss seemed more sluggish and less combative than usual.

“you’ll be hearing from base soon, keep your comms open, be as diligent as i expected you to be.” he says with a slowly diminishing voice. soon, both his body and his voice were no longer with luke and kieran.

the twins just kinda… stare at hall for a moment before looking to each other for some sort of answer.

“boss is scary me now,” kieran whispers. “i knew he was prone to being moody but i’ve never seen him so… light?”

luke nods in agreement. “you think that vampire girl is in his ear or something? making him softer? i can’t really tell if that’s a good or bad thing, but he’s changed so much since we last saw him.”

kieran grunts at the mention of you. he turns his face away in equal parts disgust and disdain. “fuck that, he might be boss but it’s not who he is authentically. he’s been changed and it—“

“kieran,” luke reprimands gently. “we agreed not to bring her up anymore unless it was unnecessary. listen, we’ve tried, we’ve failed. there’s quite literally nothing we can do anymore. dwelling on her… the situation, it’s only gonna make us more upset.”

kieran sighs in defeat. luke was right, but he hated to admit it. even if they mutually agreed not to talk about it anymore, there was always unspoken tension around… her. you.

“i know, luke. i’m sorry. just scares me,” kieran grumbles.

luke smiles gently at his brother’s acceptance. it wa the best thing for them. “he’s trusting us now with base codes, no matter the reason, we shouldn’t let him down. okay?”

kieran reciprocates luke’s warm smile. “okay.”

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you pop your fangs out of sylus’s wrist and lick the last of his blood off of your lips. another satisfying and sweet feeding that left you utterly full and happy. sylus smiles down at you and uses the hand you just bit to pet you gently.

“feeling good?” he asked warmly.

you nod. “yeah, so good.”

“the shorter sessions aren’t unsatisfying right?”

you shake your head. “not at all. it’s better to keep you conscious anyway. your tolerance�� it’s-”

sylus stops your words with hurried kiss. it was still unusual to be so casually “intimate” with him, but you allowed it… for his sake.

“don’t talk about that stuff,” he murmurs against your lips. “you don’t have to worry about me. as long as you get your fill. smile for me?”

you blink blankly before offering him a small, polite smile. it was surprisingly genuine but only because of his promise. as long as you get your fill. those words were enough to keep you greedy for days.

“so pretty,” sylus mumbles.

you clear your throat uncomfortably and pull back from his vicinity. a strange feeling was welling up within you. it wasn’t affection, no. it was unease. something felt off about sylus and you weren’t sure what it was.

he was acting a little different. happier, lighter, gentler, but… different. it was hard to pinpoint but it wasn’t like you were complaining. you had nothing to complain about as long as you got blood.

“sylus, can i ask you something?” you say as you lay back on the bed. this guest bed had turned into the alcove for you and him. hiding from everything else, you two spent the most time here.

he nodded. “yes.”

“you’ve spent a lot more time with me lately. usually you’re off doing… work. not as much now?”

sylus smiles kindly at you. “not as much now,” he confirms. “the twins are doing a lot of new hands-on work and my base has always been auto-operating. usually, i'd oversee everything and work out the kinks but..." he glances at you and looks down, a hint of somber in his eyes, "not as much now." you nod slightly. you notice the slight droop in his eyes and the tremor in his hands. as much as he tried to mask it, he was frail. whether this new happy persona was a facade, though, you couldn't tell. "anyway," he exhales loudly while pushing himself off the bed. he raises his hand and gently grazes your bite mark. "it's been fun trying out new feeding spots for you. which one has been your favorite?" "neck," you respond, "just what i'm used to." "i agree, neck. to me, it's the most intimate. it where i can best keep you safe."

you smirk slightly, "safe? it's always just you and i. i'm... always safe." sylus stills for a moment at the admission and then melts fondly. "you're always safe," he repeats. "i'm going into the shower, would you like to join me?" while the question is abnormal, you've gotten used to sylus trying to initiate intimate things with you. you always decline. "no, i'm alright." he nods. "don't go anywhere then," he teases. you watch sylus disappear behind the corner to the connected bathroom and wait until you heard the shower turn on to absolutely lose your mind.

immediately you begin scratching your neck and arms like a madwoman, frustration at every scrap. you could feel the withdrawal aching from your bones. you needed more blood, you were barely holding on.

at some point sylus's blood drew thinner and more bitter, making your feeding session less than satisfying. after a month of his blood, you've become hooked, addicted, absolutely insane over him and his blood. no, scratch that, insane only over his blood.

an addiction was an understatement. you spent your days growling and restless, right outside of sylus's eyesight. hunger was plaguing you and it was worse than when you first became a vampire. it took every ounce of power within you to not make it seem obvious, but god, that took so much energy.

it was vicious cycle of not being fed well, expending energy keeping it in, and needing more feedings to keep you going. you were growing angrier despite your blood bag being as enthusiastic as you needed him to be.

just let it out, let it out before he finishes his shower. these small moments of reprieve where you no longer had to mask your hunger were what kept you going. the worst part about it was knowing you were the one poisoning your blood bag. all these feedings were taking a toll on him in turn making his health decline in turn causing his blood to worsen in quality. it was no longer so abundant. his blood loss was so intense that every feeding became shorter and shorter just so you wouldn't knock him unconscious, or worse, stop his heart.

if your physical problems weren't already hard enough, the mental anguish you felt was also suffocating. one half of your mind was desperate and greedy. vampiric biology was blinding you and making you aggressive and you couldn't help but have selfish desires. the other part of your mind was cautious and regretful. simmering human emotions and an undeniable connection to sylus made you hesitate and feel pity for him. and despite the confliction, you couldn't deny your body, no matter how much your mind tried to pull back. cut off a limb and that's all someone will think about. cut off a blood supply and that's all a vampire will think about. your anguish on the bed continued and only stopped when you forced it to. you heard the shower turning off. he would be out soon.

deep breaths, just take deep breaths. hone it in and savor the feedings you had today. just relax.

reigning in your hunger was simultaneously getting easier and harder. easier from practice, harder from worsening hunger. but you didn't have a choice.

the bathroom door opens and sylus swings around the same corner in nothing but a towel over his hips. he was dripping wet from head to toe. "you haven't moved an inch," sylus remarks after noticing that you were in the same spot on the bed, "waiting for me?" "um... just thinking about stuff. lost in my own head." "is something the matter?" you shake your head. "no, like i said i was just thinking about things. nothing serious." sylus eyes you for a few seconds before turning around and heading toward his closet. you couldn't tell if he suspicious or not but he let it go. "alright," he murmurs. "i'm heading into my office to finish up some paperwork. come with me." "finally doing your job around here?" you chuckle humorlessly. "something like that," he responds while shuffling through his hangers, "just need to finish what i started a few days ago. been too busy with you that i forgot, but it's a timely thing. i don't have much time to complete it." you swallow tensely, the hunger striking deep within your stomach. you try to ignore it. "alright, then," you simply respond.

after spending what felt like an agonizingly long time in the bedroom, sylus brought you to his office a few floors up.

for the past hour he's been at his desk pondering and writing while you sat a bit away on a cushioned couch. he provided you small things to keep you occupied - books, blank paper to write on, even his comms radio for music, but none of them were really that interesting to you.

you kept looking back at him. whatever he was writing kept his attention fully, which was never the case. usually, he'd check up on you or take a few minutes break, but not today. it was so strange. he was so strange lately.

it seemed as if both you and him were hiding something in equal parts. you with your hunger and him with his... whatever it may be.

finally, after a long while, sylus lifts his head up from his desk and peers over to you. you were staring at the inside of a book. "is it riveting?" he asks in a low tone so as to not startle you from the quiet. you glance at him curiously. "the book you're clearly not reading, i mean." you frown and put the book down beside the other discarded entertaining "toys" he'd brought you. "can't seem to focus," you sigh, "are you finally done with your... work?"

sylus stands from his desk chair and adjusts the cuffs of his shirft before walking around the table and over to you. "i am," he grins slightly, "mostly done. maybe a few tweaks but i'm happy with it. you seem restless, hungry?" the word causes you to twitch. yes, yes you were hungry. so goddamn hungry. "a little," you brush it off.

sylus stops by the side of the couch and kneels to your level. "a little?" he repeats, "that's enough for me. move over, let me feed you."

no hesitation on your part.

it took all of thirty seconds for you and sylus to get into proper positions. it was routine at this point which made the entire process somewhat comforting.

"there's my vampire... ah... take what you need," sylus groans in pain. he was bear hugging you on his lap and tilting his head to the side for better access. despite your multiple complaints, he could never stop praising and talking you through your feeding sessions. he's always in your ear, always touching your sides and back, always trying to get every part of you as close to him as possible.

it's in his own skewed way, but this was his way of showing love. accepting you. accepting what and who you are. a vampire. you were his monster now, and he would treat you good.

it took everything in you to not ravage the side of sylus's neck and bite a piece off of him. it was still good but it wasn't enough. it wasn't as delicious the first day you bit him and it definitely wasn't as thick. you didn't even care about his affections anymore, you needed sustenance.

while it was his heartbeat was the main telltale sign of his blood loss, it wasn't the only "major" sign. every helpless grind of his hips against yours reminded you of the pleasure sylus received from your feedings. but the more feedings you did, the harder it was for him to maintain an erection. not enough blood to support him down there.

even now, as you growled and whimpered into his neck for more blood, he pathetically pumped up against you with was his half-hard. he noticed it too, but he didn't care. he got enough out of this, and it wasn't like he was going to be used his appendage any time soon. "sylus," you cry into into his neck in frustration. it wasn't enough. "ngh... y... yes?" he drawls out. goddamn it, his heart was slowing again. you take a few more greedy slurps past his limit and then pop off his neck. another low cry escaped you. it hurt so bad not getting what you needed. "hey..." sylus whispers, his eyes fluttering as his mind tries to keep him awake. he weakly reaches up to your face and strokes your cheek. "what's wrong? n...not good? too much? t...take more... if you... need..." you wrap your hand around sylus's wrist to ground both you and him. it was taking every atom in your body to not just dive back in and drink until you were satisfied. your knuckles go white around his wrist, and you forcibly shake your head. "n..no, i'm okay. it was good," you strain out. by the time you open your eyes, sylus was already knocked out against the couch. you curse yourself mentally for... for everything! this entire relationship, for your hunger, for nothing drinking more, for not drinking less, for meeting your long-lost lover again, for not loving him as much anymore. you let go of his wrist and it falls limp to his side. you remove yourself from sylus's lap and sit next to him on the couch, head in hands and body quivering from frustration and defeat.

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"can you believe that luke?" kieran laughs triumphantly, "all of base was looking to us for guidance! like we were boss! i've never had this much power before, it's so nice."

luke side-smiles his brother, "it was really nice. they came to us with the big questions! we were running that place so smoothly. i don't know why boss waited until now to give us this much freedom. we're great at it!" the twins nudge each other and giggle enthusiastically at their job well done back at base. they only learned from the best, so they emulated the best

kieran puts his palms up. "okay, but we can't be too giddy about this. remember this isn't a game. this is onichynus and the whole of the n109 zone."

luke copies his brother's gesture. "right, no goofing around."

the two stop their walking and look at each other with growing smiles. they begin giggling again, basking in their new positions within onichynus. "ah!" luke chastises. "serious, remember, we have to be serious." kieran clears his throat and nods. "yes, of course, serious. what high ranking members of onichynus would we be if we're... fawning." he side-eyes luke and stifles another snicker. it had been long since the two could genuinely be happy about something related to the n109 zone.

they approach the outskirts of the estate and wait for the new security to sign them in. with their new IDs they scan past the convoluted mechanics and step into the manor.

"i still can't believe boss would just... share power with us like this," kieran sighs. "i mean... we both know he has majority power and could revoke our privileges, even though that'd be a major asshole move-but still!" luke puts away his ID and takes off his crow mask, leading kieran to do the same. their shared expression was one of deliberation. "i know what you mean," luke agrees, "he's always been so private-private. but boss wouldn't just give us all this access and power without a plan. i don't know... he trusts us so i trust him." "agreed," kieran huffs in exasperation. "but, like, base codes were one thing, but telling base we were in charge for the mean time? telling them to listen to our directions? that's... that's honestly surprising. he's always kept base strictly under his order." "maybe... maybe it's some type of simulation? so he can see how well we do when in-charge. y'know... for future reference." the twins give each other a perplexed look. it seemed like neither of them had a good idea what was happening with their boss.

"i mean..." kieran murmurs, "i know you didn't wanna talk about her but like... we can't ignore the fucking elephant in the estate, luke." luke furrows his brows in upset. he begins walking down the main hall to try and avoid this conversation of you and your influence, despite knowing how right his brother was. "luke, c'mon luke don't be like that," kieran calls out while following his brother. he grabs luke's wrist and holds his hand comfortingly to try and keep his brother calm for a rather uncomfortable conversation. "listen, i won't bawl my eyes out about it anymore, but everything's change since she showed up." "wrong," luke sighs in annoyance but he squeezes his brother's hand. "i already told you boss had been weird way before she showed up." "yeah but that was like... fucking puberty, i don't know," kieran retorts. "literally, what does that even mean?" kieran shakes his head to clear his racing thoughts. no matter how much the conversation was to be avoided, both of them knew it was wrong to have you here and even wrong-er to have sylus coddling you. "what i'm trying to say," kieran groans, "is that boss was just going through some personal mental issues before. y'know the type you'd find embarrassing to talk about with two teenagers. but now, he's actively hiding stuff from us and is trying to convince us that he's okay." "so you're saying he's lying," luke tries to confirm. "i'm saying he's being deluded. that she's been getting into his head, whispering shit, making him crazy with her fucking... vampiric ways. as much as i love having this power, i don't want it unless boss gives it to us authentically, y'know?" luke stops in the middle of the hall and frowns while looking away to the side. kieran had a point. what was all this glory in onychinus and in the n109 zone if the man that gave it to them didn't even truly mean it that way? what if boss wasn't really boss. luke nods in agreement. "you're right, kieran. as much as it feels good it also doesn't feel right. but we can't go confronting anyone about this. last time we did that we saw a whole different level of anger from him." kieran grabs luke's other hand and squeezes them both in reassurance. "then we won't confront, we just... ask a few harmless questions. y'know like... asking him about how we can lead base better, if he could come help us, what roles suits us best. small things and we can slowly build a bigger picture." luke's eyes widen with a small sparkle of hope. his brother was so smart. "yeah, i like that. nothing too headstrong. maybe we could go find him now? it's evening, he's either awake or about to wake up." that's all it took for a plan to be set.

now where exactly sylus was in the estate was the harder question. they don't see sylus, not unless he makes himself shown. it felt like the estate was empty most days, but they just knew him and that wretched vampire were constantly here.

the manor was too big and too vast to search each room one by one, and they also didn't wanna run the risk of finding you by accident. they had to carefully choose which rooms to look in even if it got frustrating.

after clearing the main floor levels, there were only a few other logical places to check. "no one?" kieran asks disappointedly.

"no one," luke confirms.

"well if he's not in his bedroom then that leaves his office. unless he's stationed in the fucking vacuum closet." "let's just go and have a look." a few floors up and a few halls down later, they approached the office the lights were left on which gave them some hope, but after a few knocks and pure silence that hope died down. "he's not in there either," luke says. "maybe he is in there, the lights are on," kieran insists with his hand on the knob. "i don't care if the vampire is in there either, i just want to see him again." the knob clicks and the door opens to an empty but messy room. the desk was overloaded with files, and the couch had out of place books and paper scribbles near it. the twins felt a mutual upset. "maybe he is stationed in a vacuum closet," luke murmurs. he looks to kieran who seemed oddly still and quiet by the door. melancholy in his eyes. "kieran, are you alright?" "yeah, i just..." kieran trails off, "it's been so long since we've been in here, and we used to come here all the time, y'know? we got so scared of him... and of her. i just... miss him." luke feels a pang of empathy for his brother. call it twin-telepathy but he knew the exact sequence of emotions kieran was feeling at the moment because he was feeling it too. it stung, bad. "i miss him too," luke smiles somberly, "lets just... stay here for a while. we've been searching for a bit, lets take a break." the two fully step into the office and look around as if it was their first time being in there. the state of everything was almost humorous. it was so disheveled and unorganized, completely unlike sylus. they poke around the couch they used to lounge in and get a faint whiff of blood. sickening. ignoring the mess, they move around and reminisce to themselves. it'd only be a few months, but it felt like an eternity of stress. all that was missing from the room was sylus. "hehe, look i'm boss," kieran teases to lighten up the mood. he was rolling around in sylus's desk chair and sitting in the same authoritative position sylus did. "woah boss, when did you shrink?" luke smiles. "lost all your muscle too, what happened to ya?" "hey, i have muscle!" kieran laughs. "i mean, i lost it all 'cause i was too busy jerking off or whatever. but i can build it back! all i have to do is organize this room and i'll be beefy again." the twins share a warm laugh. their mimicry of sylus never stopped, even when their hearts were heavy. luke looks around the room fondly one more time and sighs. "alright, enough playing around, i think. we should-"

"woah, what the hell?"

luke's attention focuses back on kieran. "what? what's wrong?"

kieran picks up a paper from the desk, ironically next to your crumpled up death report. the entire thing was in a familiar red handwriting, at the top, a surprising address. kieran points at it. "look," he whispers, "To Luke and Kieran."

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you gasp awake from sleep.

the room around you was dim, probably late into the night. the last thing you remembered was going under the duvet and wishing sylus a goodnight before squeezing your eyes shut in hopes of ignoring your hunger. bad idea.

the pain in your stomach was no longer just in your stomach. it was behind your eyes, under your skin, in your fangs. it was molten hot like never before and it woke you up brutally.

your nails dig into your arms causing breaks and scratches into your skin. it felt like death itself was crawling into your body and heeding you it's warning. you whip your head over to sylus's sleeping form next to you and hold back a shriek. he was so close... so so close. right there. that's all you needed to make this feeling go away.

the dam was breaking, and it wasn't slow either. your noises could no longer be suppressed; wails and growls were coming out of you with intensity. for the first time, the word monster felt real. a vicious, vampiric monster was crawling out of you and you were helpless against it.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, please. please," you sob silently to yourself as intense pains ache deep within your chest. you were sure to whom you were begging to, maybe just to yourself. but you weren't alone in this room. "mngh," sylus murmurs your name, "are you alr-" before he knew it you lunged onto him and pinned his arms to his side with unbelievable strength. sylus couldn't fight back. not only because he was too weak to but a part of him didn't want to. this was... you. this was it.

"please," you cry out in between fierce snarls, "i need you. anything, give me... anything."

the words felt all to familiar to sylus. the desperation did too. he could barely make out your face in the dim but he knew that you were struggling. not just now but he knew that you had been struggling with your hunger. he knew you would break soon. you couldn't hide it from him.

monster knew monster well.

"take it," sylus whispers. he meant more than just his blood.

two words was all it took for the last of your sanity to be whisked away. with ease you dove fang-first into his neck and bit in the most ferocious manner possible. sylus lets out an agonizing scream at the pain. he had no strength left to fight off your bites anymore. you took everything.

with a bite this deep and strong you finally got the fill you were looking for. the blood pumping deep down your throat was hitting the addiction you built to him. no thoughts, no words, no kisses, no affection, it was just you feeding your desperation. you didn't even notice how limp sylus felt. you couldn't even tell that he was too weak to talk. you hadn't even detected his faint, slowing heartbeat.

it only took a weak cough of blood from him to bring you back to reality. and it was only then you noticed it all. "sylus!" you yell as you rip yourself off of him. his eyes were dim and barely fluttering. "sylus, fuck! wake up!"

his hand just barely comes up to yours. still there, was something there.

"you... are not a monster," he croaks. a faint smile flickers on his face. "thank you." your eyes stare in utter shock as the smile on his face fades into nothingness. nothing behind it. no light, no love, no sylus. you're frozen there with nothing but a hole in your chest.

you learned two things.

you lied to yourself; you did still love him. and grief was stronger than hunger.

the sound of the bedroom door opening didn't even register to your clouded mind, but the light peering did. it illuminated sylus's face to you.

eyes half open and dull, blood dripping out of his mouth, neck mutilated and brutalized by your bite. so much blood and such little hunger now. you look to the door where the light was seeping, two dark figures stood there. you didn't have to do much figuring out to know who they were, but you had no time think anyway.

one precise, savage shot of silver hit your chest and immediately rendered you immobilized and on your back next to sylus. it hurt. more than all the hunger you've faced as a vampire combined, it hurt. but you couldn't think of that in your last moments. you betrayed him, again. you killed him, again.

he gave the ultimate trade-off for you. his life.

muffled, distant noises came into your ears. screams, shouts, wailing, sobbing. it was unfortunate that those were the sounds you last heard before everything went dark.

by the door laid a forgotten piece of paper. at the top a surprising address in red ink.

To Luke and Kieran, I would like to firstly apologize for my neglect. I call you my sons, but I don't treat you with the respect you deserve. I haven't meant to dismiss you or treat you less than, I've always just wanted to protect you, but in-turn I've led you two to assume I don't trust you.

She's going to kill me. I can sense it. I give her blood to keep her alive and she's struggling with her limited source. I'm only one man, after all. I'm not upset by this. Not at all. At some point I realized there were only a few options for me. Kill her, then lose my only line of love, companionship, and my sense of morality. Restraint her, then become a hypocrite for treating her like the monster she never was. Or, let her kill me and be free. Nothing about my sovereignty has brought me acceptance and happiness like she has. I've always just kept living for the sake of my people. She helped me realize I no longer wanted that.

So, my words are misleading. While she is going to kill me, I'm letting her, even if she doesn't know it. I choose my suicide this way. It's what's best for me. I'm sorry that I'm telling you this way. I'm sorry at how unfair it is. I leave you with my estate, base, and all other mementos there are. Everything that is mine is now yours, including my title. You two are the new sovereignties of the N109 zone and the heads of ONICHYNUS.

Please bear these titles with honor and love. I trust you with them.

"BOSS,"

SYLUS.

thank you, if you've made it this far.

tl: @seventeen-x , @webshooterrr9 , @theycallmesoup , @satansdaughter123 , @tyasmaple , @jaynawayna , @jadeymeciela , @namjooningera , @phisen , @eepamaawo , @lolaisoffline, @floofycookie , @thejmins , @multisstuff , @meowgumiiii , @angelmagick , @mcdepressed290 , @msturi2u , @supershygirl , @alyssac9 , @creator-freak , @aenishas , @staytini ,

[navydoves]

“mel, where are the fic updates?!”

my bad guys i just graduated and have been doing summer stuff lol. blood bag will get its chapter update within a week or so ong! and one week (zayne fic) is still TBD but imma try fr.

regardless, thank you to everyone for being so patient with me. i’m really pushing it aren’t it? lmfaooo!!

[navydoves]

Um... Hi. I just finished reading Bodies and Tail. NO WORDS. IN THE KNOWN DICTIONARY. Can describe how I feel after reading this... Never played LADS, but that was... something else entirely. 💜💦

PUH, i’m honored with these words.

i’m actually really surprised at the feedback because i wrote it completely in one go without edits and i thought it was so half assed 😭😭😭 IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKE IT ❤️❤️❤️

[navydoves]

“where’s blood bag chapter 4?!” well… you see…

[navydoves]

Bodies and Tails

so slowly, rafayel would go so, so slowly for your consummation.

on the sea floor, on your back, his hands on the toes of your dress, he admires you as if you shine brighter than all the ocean pearls.

kiss. kiss. kiss.

all the way down your throat, between your breasts, and down to your navel. his nose would nuzzle into your soft stomach and revere just how feminine and lovely you were there.

his hands, big and clawed, would map you like feathers.

“may i see?” he would ask with a low, warm tone.

he could see everything if he wanted to.

stroking you gently through the ripples of your folds, even here down on the bottom floor of the sea, rafayel could tell your arousal apart from the water.

“humans… they’re much more beautiful than i expected,” he murmured. “or perhaps, it’s just you, my bride?”

kink, fetish, depravity, none of those existed in his sea god heart. it was all pure. worshipping, reverent touches was all he knew and it was all he was going to give you.

he didn’t need anything back. especially not your service.

to honor his beautiful bride with his own body was enough service to his life as it was. and seeing you spread out on a large shell, hair floating away from your face and sunlight shining through the waves and onto your skin, even the lemurian language couldn’t describe you nor what his heart felt.

“you are bound to me already, heart and soul, body and mind. you know that?” rafayel rumbled. “then letting myself give you my body, that will only solidify how bound we are. this bond of ours…” he took your hands and brought it to his chest to feel the rapid beating of his ghostly heart, “is forever. through lives, through tragedy, through sorrow. i’ll never let you forget that.”

he brought his kisses back up to your face and interlocked his soft lips with yours. his tail wrapped around your legs, pressing them together in a very delicate hold.

his hands touched your breasts. they cupped them, squeezed the fat there, and gently rubbed the nipples. after the kisses he leaned his head down to them and smiled.

“do humans often enjoy these? i do. they remind me of how soft and tender you are, my bride. a loving bed of seaweed, you are.”

finally finding his mate felt… incredible.

even the sea god was oblivious to the true feelings of love until he met you.

lemurians mate for life. there is no other, there is no hit or miss. there is only hit, and every mermaid or merman knows it when they feel it. that hit.

it’s undeniable and remarkable. its not a feeling you can mistake.

meeting you, above waters and exploring the sandy shore. rafayel was blessed with experiencing that hit at such a young age. it was overwhelming and confusing. a human? of all the creatures in the sea, the one most dominant on land was what his heart chose?

no lemurian could reprimand him. love was love. love was you.

arousal was different for lemurians in love. it was triggered from attraction, sure, but it was wholehearted and consuming. a gentle obsession.

his arousal grew from every sound and sight of your on the shell. you couldn’t take two, not yet. one was okay today.

rafayel smiled down your body and align himself with you. love was penetrating you slowly and steady. now you could feel the staggering love rafayel felt for you. that love fit perfectly and stung nicely.

“i hope my attempts are helping, my sweet.”

he placed his hand over your navel and a gentle hum of his power helped the rippling ache in your deepest of crevices.

you squeezed and wrung and almost begged with your body. pain was nonexistent right now.

rafayel tilted his head back to look up to the ocean surface. he closed his eyes and hummed deeply and intensely. “my beautiful bride,” he proclaimed, “has been taken.”

the size of him was overwhelming enough, he didn’t need to move intensely to make you feel good. gently, his hips and sharp V of his tail undulating like a hypnotic dance. over and over again, sweet kisses to your womb.

rafayel looked over you, his long hair spilt around you like curtains or a canopy. his pupils were practically in the shape of hearts and his lips were curved up in a small, neurotic expression. he bit the side of his bottom lip almost seductively while keeping his eyes on yours.

for a long time he didn’t say anything. he let you sing your own chorus of sounds and simply listened. he only stared hard, but it was loving.

“i wish to be in your skin, fusing my love with yours to create a love no lemurian has ever seen nor felt.”

his hand went from caressing your cheek right down to your soft, pulsing nub. he didn’t look at what he was doing, refusing to let his gaze peel off your face.

“this pearl here means more to me than all ones gifted to me in prayers,” rafayel stated as a fact. he circles the area in a slow and rhythmic motion. “just with a few touches of my love, i can give you a pleasure nothing else in this world will.”

he leaned down to your breasts and took a nipple into his mouth for soft sucks. his eyes gazed up at your from your chest like a hatchling while nursing.

“and these pearls,” he continued, “are too my favourites. what a nurturing body you have.”

faster, harder.

sounds ripple through the water like thunderclaps. it wasn’t painful, just passionate. the water on the skin was cool, but the sensations inside were burning hot.

rafayel was the beauty of this sea, but with you here, he thought you put him to shame.

he touched your arched back gently and used it to thrust harder. your legs sprang up and immediately he caught them.

he kissed up and around your calves and ankles and then to the soles of your feet. no part of you went under appreciated.

rafayel was losing it fast. he grinned widely with devotion written all over his smile.

“my bride, my bride, my bride, my bride, my bride.”

the chemicals in his lemurian brain hazed over his gaze and mind. the ultimate sign of love was no longer just the burning bond on his chest, but the feeling of kissing your deepest aches with his sharpest appendage.

true and utter penetration.

“the sea will thrive with you by my side,” rafayel panted softly. “because our love is exemplary. it shall set an example to all mermaids and mermen. this,” he immediately finished inside with just the thought of showing off his worship of you, “i-is love. my beautiful bride… you’ve been claimed by the sea god.” he slowly unsheathed himself from you and smiled warmly. “and i know im meant to be yours,” he whispered by your face, “because you’re glowing like an angel after being filled by me. you’ve been christened.”

with his body, rafayel could’ve gone for days with you on the bottom floor. but you?

you delicate, sweet creature.

you needed time and mending. and rafayel was the most patient lemurian in the sea.

he pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead like always. there was still so much to show you about lemurian love, but now, as you laid tired and equally as obsessed, rafayel was the happiest to just simply hold what he’d claimed.

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[navydoves]

hellloo, i'm curious if you allow reposting- sorry if you already answered that question 🙏

yeah it’s fine. as long as there are credits idrc!!

[navydoves]

hiiiii i would sell my soul to have that zayne fic. please release it from the trenches please please i Am begging on my knees please please pretty please? you're so sexy aha don't blue ball me please please Please

😭😭😭😭 i got everyone’s hopes up, oh god. it’ll be posted at some point. it’s not that i don’t WANT TO, it just isn’t finished. trust me i don’t want that thing living in my drafts either, it’s been haunting me for a while.

give me a little bit guys… i promise it’ll be posted. maybe if everyone pleads hard enough i’ll feel so bad that i force myself to finish it lol.

[navydoves]

Chasing Ice

✎ᝰ summary. he craves the rink, craves the awards, and craves the love he gets from his fans. but now, the thing he craves the most is your attention.

✎ᝰ cw. somewhat pining, fluff, short ice skating au

✎ᝰ a/n. omg… another series? maybe.

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what’s most startling in any competitive field are your opponents. without true, in-depth personal knowledge about them or their experience, it’s hard to gauge what you’re up against or what skills to hone to truly outshine them. but rafayel never had to worry about that.

he was top of his league, time and time again. with legs trained and poised to formation since birth, he was made for the ice like fish were made for water. and he thrived.

the medals became excessive but the fame never exhausting. he felt free as a bird on the ice, skating through and past others like nothing to become first.

but of course, that was until you came along.

just as poised and just as trained, your spiraling form was right behind rafayel in this race. and the worst part was, you came out of no where.

no obvious backstory, no outgoing personality, no nothing. one day you just happened to show up at the rink for practice and unintentionally show off your grace. then the next day you were in competition, winning a regionals by a landslide as a first time competitor.

rafayel was enthralled and enraged. how dare you, a no name from a no name come and challenge him indirectly? he couldn’t stand for it.

he began obsessively researching you, reading every new article that came up on you just to gain more insight on your enigmatic nature.

he learned that you were from small town a few hours away. they had one ice rink in the entire place, mostly used for winter fun but overtaken by a club of figure skaters at any other time. you branched out from that club, seeking bigger and better dreams of preforming and gracing on other floors of ice.

everything rafayel learned about you upset him even more, but not out of jealousy. his one sided feud with you turned into something more frustrating. admiration.

your body on the ice was captivating in a way that surpassed the performance of other figure skaters. you were beautiful in every right, humble in every right, belonging in every right on that ice.

your ephemeral interviews showcased just how humble and modest you were, but still determined on the inside. you were much like rafayel when he first began, but you were better than his novice days.

he would spot you at the reserved rink every now and again. his own schedule was busy with meet and greets and shows and other highbrow events.

it only took the third happenstance of seeing you for him to finally go speak to you.

“hey, excuse me?” rafayel called to you with a slight smirk and hand on his hip. “i couldn’t help but notice you were a new skater to frequent this rink. i’m rafayel mo, nice to meet you. although i’m sure you’ve heard my name here and there before.”

you tilt your head to him and blink. “who?”

rafayel’s jaw drops. you didn’t know him. but you were a figure skater too? maybe you were just teasing, but you seemed genuinely confused.

“well i don’t believe you’ve heard of me,” you say as you tell him your name. “i’m new here. nice to meet you. i came from rockbed, some cities away.”

“i know,” rafayel sputters out. he was blushing now, and profusely so.

“huh?”

“oh i mean, i know you’re new, i… i’ve overheard some of the coaches talking about a new skater in the rink. you uh… you match the description pretty well.”

despite his rather composed demeanor, rafayel felt a strange vacuum of emotions within his chest in that moment. seeing your face so up close, hearing your voice so clear, it was like he was in the presence of a celebrity himself. was this what his fans felt like when they met him for the first time?

rafayel felt… daunted. he couldn’t help but align his form with yours and skate with you for more conversation.

his charisma and conversational skills got him far. you were down to earth in a way that soothed rafayel. you had simple dreams, simple ways of life, and a simple yet wonderful charm to go along with it.

he learned more of your past more than stalking you online did for him. you were trained by your uncle since a young age and kept limber since. after he passed you began teaching yourself while hopping from coach to coach. you watched figure skaters from decades ago because their old fashioned style suit you better. you wanted to bring the old to the new.

it explained why you knew of no new modern skaters except the very best of the best. it explained why you were so captivating on the ice. it was an old style with your own flair and twist to it. a body that could move like yours was surely one that was worked to command attention.

the center of the spotlight rafayel would let his light dim just to see you skate on your own. he watched you practice over and over again, and even when it was the same set, he was still enamored. he cheered you on quietly, feeling uncharacteristically shy around you. you brought him down, you grounded him. he felt less like a celebrity with you and more like a… skating… partner. even though you two have never skated before.

oh that was quite the shame wasn’t it.

“do you… think i could help you on the ice a bit more?” rafayel asks softly as you ate your mid-set snack.

you wipe your mouth and hum. “hm? was this run worse than the others, did you notice something? maybe my legs are getting tired.”

“no,” rafayel shakes his head, “you did pretty well, kay? i mean… well we always skate apart, could i skate with you on the ice and help you that way?”

he watches your eyes widen slightly in surprise and consideration. you shrug and give a slight nod. “sure, but i mean… i’ve never skated in pairs before. i had my club but we all either went solo or all together. never just one on one.”

rafayel smiles, “ah, well good for you i’m trained in duo skating too. i’m multifaceted if you couldn’t tell, you can’t get better than me. stand, stand,” he ushers you up, “put the banana down and let’s hit the ice.”

you follow rafayel to the empty ice rink and glide beside him as he takes lead.

“see, the most important thing about duo skaters is about communication, connection, and trust,” rafayel smirks as we slides around the rink. “on the ice you can’t talk with your partner, so body cues are the best way to. you have to know your partner well, you have to understand where their boundaries are and put in emotion well enough that the dance between you two can be felt by all. and most importantly, you’re giving your body away to them for the dance. you have to trust that they’ll carry you when they do and that they’ll follow the beautifully crafted grace you’ve planned.”

you tentatively listen to rafayel as you skate behind him on the rink. “right,” you murmur while glancing down, “but we don’t have any of that, so how are we gonna skate?”

rafayel slowly stops his gliding and blushes once more. you keep eliciting these strange reactions out of him, ones of embarrassment and longing. he looks back at you and gives you an awkward but determined smile.

“we learn… if you want to, that is.”

he reaches his hand out, half expecting you to back out of the idea. but just like that, you take it.

from that day forward rafayel was determined to etch his existence into your skating career. not just his name and skill but his familiarity. he wanted to keep close to you even if at times you felt indifferent or removed or even disinterested. slowly, he began to learn that’s just how you were. and slowly, he began to learn how you felt.

he had his hands on your waist more times than he could count. he squeezed, rubbed, or just simply held you on every practice day. he always had his front to your back or was just hovering over you. even with the cold ice, he could feel your heat and softness just beside him.

your hands were always soft despite the drying cold air. he squeezed your palms too, and on occasion he interlocked your fingers. every correction he asked you to make was with his head bent down to your ears, whispering gentle words and even praises at times.

it was addicting.

even if you left the rink with a polite goodbye and no other intentions of inviting him to your personal life, he knew as soon as you came back to the rink you were his.

he still let you practice alone and his amazement never once left even after months. but as soon as it was his time on the rink, he insisted you join him too and do a duo.

he taught well, really well. you had the hang of it in no time with his guidance.

coaches saw too. they praised the two for looking as ethereal and elegant as they did together on the rink. one complimented the other perfectly. two fishes born in the same water.

rafayel started to gain more and more audacity as the days went. he would stare at you longer, hold you tighter, tease you more. he’d become your confidant and he wasn’t even sure how. but it felt good.

so good in fact that the ultimate audacious question popped into his head time and time whenever he saw you. he bit his lip every time, holding it back and knowing it wasn’t the right time logistically or personally.

but once the new year started and the weather had reached its peak frigidness, it was time for the skating community to flourish once more. competitions galore were being held at every level—community, regional, state, province, olympic, even just one off shows.

and yet none of them interested rafayel but one.

he needed to now, there was no question about it.

he waited for you in the lounge room of the ice rink. this is where skaters got changed or cleaned off their skated off the ice. he knew you’d come in after every set to get your snack so he just anticipated you.

“hey,” rafayel exhaled with pink cheeks and ears once he saw you.

you smile slightly, “hey. so this is where you were, i was wondering if you left early.”

“no, i wouldn’t… um, i was just waiting for you.”

“why? you could’ve just waited by the benches, i would’ve sat down by you.”

rafayel relaxes slightly at your words. his smile turns warm, his eyes tender. “i know,” he whispers, “but i wanted privacy… to give you this.”

his arms that were locked behind his back came around holding a small bouquet of your favourite flowers—a staple of your hometown. the pink in rafayel’s face only darkens.

“ah… um… please, be my skating partner for the pair skating state championships. i would be… really honored.”

he watches you stare at the bouquet and then stare at his face. he was unsure about your micro expressions and what they meant. it felt like every silent second that went by was dragged on.

“where… did you get these?” you ask pointing to the flowers.

rafayel blinks in surprise for a moment and sputters. “i, uh, had them ordered from the local flower shop. they didn’t have them in store so i had a special delivery done from the store in rockbed.”

he watches you lean into the flowers and sniff them with closed eyes. you, like that, made him pray that you accepted his proposal so that when you two won, you would get all the flowers in the world.

he knew how intimate it was to be someone’s skating partner. it required a type of discipline that wasn’t offered in solo skating. you had to know each other’s bodies well, you had to be constantly and consistently in tune with each other both emotionally and physically, you had to give the ultimate trust to the other person to take care of you on the ice.

rafayel felt like he was being tortured just being in the silence of you sniffing your flowers, but he would wait until you had an answer. no matter how long it took, he would be patien—

“okay.”

“w… wh?”

“i’ll be your skating partner.”

rafayel simply stares at you. you take the flowers from his hands and turn away to find your locker. he was dumbfounded.

a bright, disbelieving smile spread on his cheeks. he was shining while he chased after you.

“w-wait! really?! you’d be my partner?! wait, come back!”

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[navydoves]

the way this has been in my drafts for months and is probably never gonna see the light of day. THIS IS A SCREENSHOT BTW, LOL!

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his habits while in heat

❥ You always knew being a dragon’s mate was going to be a bit… difficult.

affectionate habits ver.

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❥ absolutely claws you. you think your scratches on his back are bad? yeah, no, try dragon claws. yes, they HURT, but they hurt SO GOOD. sylus knows how fragile humans are so he won’t ever scratch you enough to really hurt you, but he will leave marks. mating season is when you get the most scabs and bruises.

pounding into you never felt so good. he needs somewhere to release the extra excitement in him and so sylus will gets a little claw-happy. no part of your body is left untouched, he’ll mark every part to make a beautiful masterpiece of pink and red on your skin.

❥ he tries to impress you. much like a modern bird, sylus is always about impressing his mate before mating with them. sometimes for days even before he has you bent over, he’ll begin the first step of courting you, which could be done by a multitude of things.

sylus with walk around naked, flexing his muscles and shiny shimmering scales in hopes of impressing you and seeing how virile he is. not to mention he’ll obviously show off his DDDs—double dragon dicks! they’ll swing low or perk up high, thick and creamy for your enjoyment. he’s saying “hey, hey! look at me! i’m the perfect mate for you.” sometimes sylus will growl at you or make certain warning noises not to scare you, but to show you he can protect you by doing that. it’s an entire draconic ritual that will have you simultaneously confused, impressed, and most importantly, aroused.

❥ he’s so goddamn loud. sylus is not usually one for loud noises, he prefers more tame atmospheres in his home… until he’s in his heat. day and night you’ll hear him stomping and thudding into things to assert dominance. it’s to simultaneously scare people and let them know that he’s there and not to be messed with.

not only that, but he roars. his growls are pretty loud and booming too, but sylus rarely lets out a full snarl unless he’s pretty upset or pretty horny. he’ll do it to anyone, even you. except, he uses his loud noises to instill fear into others but instill submission into you. don’t like it? he’ll try to tone it down, but it’s a reflex at this point. try to close your ears while he’s coming, it’s a powerful sound of pleasure and accomplishment.

❥ he has toy eggs. sylus knows he can’t give you babies and it makes him super upset. all his heat makes him think about is giving you babies, so to cope he got toy eggs. he essentially makes you play house with him with the eggs. you have to play mama dragon and he’s daddy dragon, and daddy dragon’s job is to protect and provide for his family while mama dragon’s job is to nurture the kids.

and he genuinely does do that. he will stalk the nest he’s built for you and his toy eggs; he will bring you and the eggs food to eat in the nest; he will bathe you and the eggs with his tongue; he will legitimately get emotional if something happens to you or the eggs. he’s a little hormonally crazy but you indulge him every single time.

❥ DOUBLE TROUBLE! that’s right, you’re cock-trained to take sylus twice at a time. on a normal occasion, you’ll only take one dragon dick at a time so you’re not overwhelmed. sylus will alternate so as to not neglect either one of his cocks, but that all changes during his heat!

DDDs all shoved up your poor pussy, you’re gonna break! sylus has slowly size trained you over every occasion of sex until you could somewhat comfortably take him two at a time. it takes so much restraint but he goes slow at first and by the time you’ve calmed down and let out the tears, he’s ready to really fuck. always paying attention to you, always licking away your tears, always embracing you, sylus will still give you the ride of your life. it’s like two rollercoasters at once, so jarring but addicting. how can you even still be tight after that? it’s a mystery. 𖤐

tl: @mangobellini , @rin-dont-wear-clothes , @kentosbak3ry , @napa-the-yappa , @amaveon , @ivysorrele , @webshooterrr9, @calebandenergydrinkaddict , @ch4c0nnenh4 , @lilkactuz

[navydoves]

╔⏤╝ Adam and Me ╚⏤╗

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

In another world, he’s your Adam and you’re his Eve

✎ᝰ summary ❀ he’s just woken up from what felt like a deep slumber, now surrounded by a flourishing garden. he’s unsure what to make of it all, but that curiosity only grows when he sees your face.

✎ᝰ cw ❀ garden of eden theme but i rewrote it, sensual, gentle intimacy, erotic, curious creatures, lovey dovey, romantic, fluff, body exploration, innocent touching, light-hearted, oneshot

✎ᝰ wc ❀ 5.6k

✎ᝰ a/n ❀ okay so thought this would be a pretty cool fic idea. i was considering turning this into a series but i really don't know lmfao. depends on how much people like it and also how creative i am for individual stories. this is supposed to be extra fluffy so no (real) angst with the whole sin thing, but it is mentioned at the end. NOT PROOFREAD, im lazy! enjoy!!!

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

first daylight was easy on his eyes. it neither burned nor discomforted him and was his first beacon of acceptance into this world. it was warm, and the grass he laid on was soft.

as he sat up, he quickly learned it was not just the bedded grass and the inviting light that was welcoming him, but an entire field of fauna. it was flourishing under his gaze, the colors all so much but never too much.

the critters around seemed just as curious about him as he was about them. they frolicked about for a few moments before keening in their interest onto the new animal that had surfaced in this garden.

that new animal being man.

the man rose to his feet from the floor and took a few cautious steps forward. he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t on all fours or flying like the critters around him were, but something about this movement felt right. this was his body, and it was already telling him things his mind couldn’t be sure of.

he was coated in neither fur or feathers and was nowhere near a small size like “everyone” else. he was tall, fully built of skin and flesh, with the only fur on him being the silky silver strands on his head and on his groin.

his first steps from his bed of greenery were unsure but his legs clearly wanted to move. the trees surrounding him made it difficult to see past, but it only served to make the man more curious about this world he had stepped into.

he moved through the small clearing up ahead and dodged through more trees and bushes before stumbling into more fauna. it was more of the same but somehow even more beautiful than what he woke up to. everything was a shade and hue of a certain something he couldn’t name.

man experiences color.

one flower was starkly different to another, both in size and in color, creating a warmth within his chest. there was so much to appreciate and appreciate he would. blessed he was with such a beautiful experience of life, something he wouldn’t understand until later.

his hands grazed the pathway of flowers, feeling each soft petal kiss his fingertips until he reached the end of the colourful road. it was here when something completely different but equally as beautiful greeted as the flowers greeted him. it seemed like another road, but.. not exactly. the rushing sound of it made soft crinkly sounds. the surface of it shimmered in the sunlight. it was clear and inviting despite its foreignness.

man experiences water.

with only slight apprehension, he steps to the edge of the water and dips his hand into it. it wasn’t soft like the flowers but… cool. it made his skin feel different but it was somewhat pleasant. he was quick to appreciate the stark difference between the water and the sun. both equal in beauty but different in composition.

man experiences contrast.

call it habitual, but his heart immediately sought to find another new experience in this unending, forested domain. he would come back to these things later, right now his body was being called elsewhere. now, with confidence, he walks away from the river and cuts through the main pathway.

in these long strides, man experiences various parts of the garden.

man experiences bushes and twigs, dirt and mud. man experiences fallen berries and the critters that eat them. man experiences the sweet sounds of the other living animals; chirps and scuffles. so much to intake at once and yet man does not experience being overwhelmed or scared, even with the unexpected meeting him at every corner.

life was blissful, and being blissful felt as natural as living life.

and yet, as one day turned into several days and several days turned into weeks, the man felt slightly misplaced.

he knew nothing of sadness, but he did know a bit of confusion.

all these critters, alive and thriving in with their kins, intrigued the man. it was beautiful to see them with their familiars, and yet, he wondered if he was anything like them. a bigger, more eager version of whatever they were. it was hard to say. did they have conversations inside their heads like he did? did they have the same curiosity to explore like he did? did they experience gratitude and love like had?

but the man was blissfully ignorant to what those emotions truly even felt like. at least, not yet.

a warm day like any other, flourished with endless possibilities, called to him. he enjoyed the darkness as much as he did the light, but it was only in daytime when he went out of his way to explore. he loved picking berries off the bushes and ground to try them. some of them tasted similar while others completely different, and it was a fun guessing game for him every time.

his designated berry bushes weren’t far from where he slumbered. with the guiding aid of the flowers, he always found his way back to the berries, ready to fill his stomach with sweetness. except, today his curiosity for his food vanished, and was instead directed to something that looked even sweeter.

perched and laying her on hip by the bushes was you, curiously poking and picking the fruits with a very familiar look of curiosity. immediately, the man’s breath is taken away.

it was him… but it wasn’t.

it was a form, hairless except for the head and groin, taller than the other animals, and with movements so similar to his. you smiled and looked around like he did, a similar gratitude to his as well.

it wasn’t just curiosity that rushed over him, but an intense, abiding affection, stronger than any he’s felt for the animals or flowers. your look, your body, your mannerisms, it immediately effected him. a pang in his body was drawing him to you, and once you noticed his presence, that feeling only amplified.

your eyes were wide and mirrored his. abiding affection was too simple.

man and woman experiences love.

“hello,” he whispers.

“hello,” you whisper back.

unable to communicate with anyone else, this was the first time both of you were using your voices and your words.

the man inches closer to you until he was right across from you around the bush. it takes him a moment but he smiles, star struck by you.

“you look… beautiful, like the flowers around here. have you seen them?” he asks rather eagerly. no shame or awkwardness plagued him, as they simply didn’t exist.

“flowers?” you repeat, looking around you.

“yeah… the flowers,” he points to a row across from the two of you, pink peonies growing from there, “that’s what i call them.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, i liked it.”

you tilt your head and blush slightly. he made you feel funny, a tingly sensation in your stomach that’s never been elicited. “do you call things weird names if you like them?” you ask with a gentle smile.

the man laughs and then shrugs. “i… don’t know. what’s a name?”

“i don’t know either, i just said it.”

both of you glance away and chuckle. everything about this felt right. words came out naturally and unexpectedly. language was already a given in this garden, but only your two mouths could speak it. it was about exploration, about discovery.

“well, i like you, may i call you something?” you ask shyly.

xavier’s pupils dilated slightly, he feels a sweet ache rush over him. “yes, yes,” he urges.

he sees you give a few moments of playful thought before gasping. “ahh… xavier! yes, xavier!”

“xavier?” he repeats, the smile on his face growing. he tries out the name a few more times on his lips before nodding. “xavier… it’s beautiful. i want to give you a beautiful name too, can i?”

you nod eagerly and inch a little closer to him. neither of you really noticed but your forms were getting closer and closer by the minute. “yes, i’d like that.”

xavier thinks for a few moments like you did and then leans in closer to whisper your name, like it was a gentle secret. you giggle softly at him and mimic his nod. “yes, i love it. i love it!”

xavier lights up almost immediately at your reaction. “you love it? i love it too. it’s something reserved for you.”

watching you giggle and smile triggered an indescribable feeling within xavier. all the beauty he’s seen in these last few weeks could not amount to even a fraction of what you looked like to him. you were the best place curiosity had taken him.

he scoots even closer until your legs were touching. he looks over your body and studies the various parts of you. you had longer hair, a smaller frame, a more curved figure, and well.. so much more. he couldn’t stop staring. gently, he reaches to touch your stomach and then glances up at your to gauge your reaction.

“do you experience a weird sensation here? once i eat the berries, it goes away,” xavier asks softly.

“hunger.”

he smiles, “hunger. have the berries, they’re the colorful things on the bush.” he reaches out to collect a few fallen berries and holds it up to your lips. when you bite into one and hum in satisfaction, he almost loses himself. he made the same noise too. it was almost like you were made for him. “does it taste good?”

you nod, licking the berry juice off your lips and take another one to eat. “yes, really good. may i have more?”

xavier nods quickly and begins rapidly picking off the berries from the bush to give to you. not only did he feel a strong urge of affection, but a similarly strong desire to take care of you, to make you feel good. “have more, have it all,” he insists, “if you like it then it’s yours.”

you blink at the pile of berries in front of you but think nothing of it. one berry after another, you eat until your hearts content and you could no longer continue. xavier watches you throughout, enthralled at how you seemed to enjoy every single berry with a unique love.

“ah… i can’t have anymore,” you pat your stomach with a playful frown.

xavier glances to your midsection and reaches to touch it once more. he rubs your stomach gently, causing you to laugh a little. “you’re easy on my eyes,” he whispers. “i enjoy touching you. you feel like me.”

his words prompted you a new curiosity. carefully, you begin to stroke his leg with the same reverence he had for you. “i like touching you too. i haven’t seen anything like you… like me. where did you come from?”

xavier shakes his head. “i just… was. the first thing i saw were the flowers and the sun.” he notice your confused expression, the points to the sky. “sun.”

“sun,” you repeat. “it was the same for me. i saw tbe flowers and the sun, then i left and followed the animals that move around.”

xavier smiles, already knowing what you were referring to. “animals,” he whispers.

“then i saw the river. have you seen the river? it is blue water,” you chirp.

“oh… and is it quite long? i have seen it, but i only drink from it. is there something else we do with it?” xavier asks tentatively.

you sit up and nod before standing to full height. it was then that xavier realized he hadn’t actually seen you on your feet, and looking up your body to your face was a view he very much enjoyed.

he stood alongside with you and was now looking down on your shorter form. his heart almost gave out. like it was the most natural thing ever, he couldn’t help but put his lips to your forehead in an affectionate gesture. he wasn’t entirely sure why, but every part of his body and mind knew it was right. you were definitely made for him.

“can you show me the river, then?” xavier whispers with his forehead rested against yours.

your eyes flutter up to meet his. an unknown desire flickered in you. you nod. “yes, follow me please.”

xavier watches you step back and scurry off down the path and he quickly makes after you. he’s never moved this fast before but it felt exhilarating to have the cool hit air his face. he watched your backside as you ran, hair waving in the wind as you did so.

every bit of you he enjoyed, every single bit.

you ran and ran, happily being chased by him, until you started to recognize the familiar crinkles of the river. you slow your pace until a complete stop and gesture for xavier to catch up. truthfully, he could’ve ran faster, but he was enthralled by watching you.

you point the water, “you’ve seen this, yes? a river. i drink from it too sometimes but i mostly only look at myself.”

xavier glances between you and the river. “look at yourself?” he repeats, curious.

you nod and gesture for him to follow you. at the edge of the water you peek over it and see your warped face on the river surface. for a few moments you could make out a perfect reflection but the ripples made those moments scarce. “myself,” you point, “i know that’s me because that’s my hair. that’s me right?”

xavier looks between the reflection and you, “it is… but it is not,” he murmurs. “the river distorts your beauty. your looks are much more… cohesive.”

“really? let me see your reflection then.”

xavier and you both look down at the water and stare at the ripples reflection of his face. he was right, it did no justice to his true beauty.

and xavier, for the first time, was seeing himself. shimmering blue eyes staring back at him and shaggy but silky silver hair gently covering his eyes. he wasn’t sure what to think, but he was curious as to what you thought.

“what do you think of me?” he almost whispers, now looking away from his reflection entirely and onto you.

“i think…” you smile, “i think your looks are incomparable. i prefer the face i see in front of my rather than in the water.”

xavier grins warmly. he was quickly learning your praise meant everything and the sun to him. “you know,” he mumbles, “i’ve figured that the beautiful flowers we enjoy needed this water to survive. i’ve been mending them alone for a while, but… i want to share that experience with you as well.” he steps closer, hands cupping your waist gently and pulling you fractionally closer to him. “would you like to nurture with me, darling?”

you glance up, eyes narrowing to his. the gentle blue beauty of his irises washed over you. “that’s not the name you gave me,” you whisper, “but yes, i would.”

xavier chuckles. “i know, but i give the small animals in the garden cute names, so i figured you deserved one too.”

“am i small?”

“you’re smaller than me, it makes you cute.”

“what’s cute?”

“what you are.”

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his hands were over yours, helping you gently pat down the soil that was covering a small apple seed. you two had been gardening for a few moon cycles, planting and treating any rouge fallen seeds. the progress was slowly showing and determination seemed to be rewarding.

you wipe the sweat off your brows and smile proudly at xavier. “that’s twenty-nine today!” you cheer.

xavier flashes you a toothy grin and nods. “yes, we’ve done a great job. our personal garden will be flourishing and rich in no time, all thanks to my beauty.” he wraps his arms around your waist from the back and holds you close to his skin. “thank you,” he whispers by your ear, “for being so wonderful.”

he feels you relax in his arms and lay back against him. you tilt your head up to meet his. “i could say the same. thank you, xavier.”

a healing silence simmers as the two of you gaze into each other’s eyes. xavier was gently stroking your stomach while you were idly playing with his knee.

“hey,” xavier mumurs, “you have some soil on you. shall we head to the river to clean you off?”

you glance down at your body. a few specks of dirt were stuck to your breasts and thighs from kneeling over so much. “can we plant one more?” you ask hopefully.

“we can’t,” xavier responds.

“why not?”

“because we haven’t thought of a number after twenty-nine.” he stands up and helps you to your feet. gently, he dusts your thighs. “we can ponder after we clean ourselves, my beauty. is that alright?”

you appreciated xavier’s thoughtfulness, so you nod. “yes, please.”

you always knew how to get to the river fastest, as it was one of your favorite spots in the garden, so xavier let you lead. your happy skips and gentle humming guided him every time, and he was happy to follow.

you were a sight for his eyes. every single time, without fail, xavier preferred watching you over the scenery around him. he would keep his eyes on your hair, your back, your curves, your happy expressions whenever you glanced back. every day his affection for you became more and more absolute, undeniably.

approaching the river, xavier watches you dip into the river completely and then emerge back up with wet hair and a wide grin. “the water is nice today, much warmer than a fortnight ago. won’t you come in?”

xavier sits at the edge, tilting his head with a warm smile on his face. “i am content watching you. would you like me to join you?”

you nod eagerly, gesturing for xavier to join you.

he wastes no time.

he steps into the water, slow and steady, getting used to the temperature as he goes down. once fully in, he walks toward you, a warm and inviting smile on his face. the image makes your chest flutter.

“you are right, the water is nice,” he murmurs with low-lidded eyes. “i’m glad i get to enjoy it with you.”

he closes in on your form, arms immediately going around your waist from behind and slotting your body perfectly against his.

proximity was never an issue between the two of you. it always felt right, felt natural to be with each other so closely. every embrace, every kiss, every shared mingling felt good. but it was only now that a special spark flickered within the both of you.

xavier’s hands squeezed your waist gently. he moved his hands further and further down to your hips and then back up to your waist. it was quiet with no words being exchanged, only knowing touches. you place your hands atop xavier’s and move them around your skin. he let out a small pleased noise as his hands cup the underside of your breasts.

“i’ve noticed things,” xavier murmurs by your ear, “about us. about our differences. about what they mean.”

“yeah?” you whisper breathlessly.

“mm, yeah. you’re like me, but you’re different. you have a beauty i could never possess.” xavier squeezes your breasts gently causing a surge of tingles through you. you arch into his touch slightly. “i suppose you could say i’ve had visions, but want to explore your body before i am certain of them.”

“my body is yours, as yours is mine, yes?” you ask while looking up at him.

“yes, of course.”

“so my body is yours to explore, xavier.”

xavier’s smile widens a little bit. you were so trusting because you had no reason not to trust him. and he the same.

he’d seen your body, your curves and capabilities in his visions. he’d sleep and feel an immense need for you, causing him to wake. he’d stare at you while you rested, he’d look over your body in reverence, he’d felt a new surge of something indescribable that could only be soothed with conversation between bodies.

man discovers desire.

xavier gives one more squeeze to your breast before heading directly down to your navel. he touches the pubic hair there gently and lowers his hand even more to right over your vagina.

“while you are shaped differently than i am, the main differences of our bodies are these wonderful areas. i’ve been so curious-my beauty, my darling-as to what i could discover about you here." your breath hitches and a small shudder escapes you. his fingers were gentle and juvenile, not doing anything in particular other than grazing and touching your labia. but it was all so new that you couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and your own desire. "i've thought the same," you mumble in a haze, "about discovering you. but i suppose the thought has escaped me over our time together. i've prioritized exploring everything but you, haven't i?" xavier chuckles. he turns you around to face him and places a gentle kiss to your forehead. "we've both been curious, i see. but you are more precious to me than anything else i've seen in this garden, so i know my priorities now." he guides your hand to his groin and encourages you to touch him with a warm grin. you follow suit, grinning back and gently playing with xavier's penis with your hand. he was warmer here than anywhere else.

eye contact is never broken as the mutual touching continues. your bodies get closer and closer until your chest was right up against his. a simmering, undeniable connection was forming. a love so powerful neither of you fully understood it yet. "it feels nice," you whisper with your chin on his chest, "does it feel nice for you?" "heaven's yes," xavier responds with a slightly gravely voice. "it feels wonderful, so wonderful. seeing you and touching you, my darling, invokes something powerful within me." before you could ask what, xavier was already moving you to the edge of the water where land met the river. he sat you down and stood in-between your legs, hand going back to your vagina almost immediately. you're pliant and ready, giggling at the shared eagerness between you two. "i see someone's happy," xavier teases. "how can i not be?" you respond. "i've never seen you like this, my love. you remind me of the bunnies we see scurrying all the time. i can't help but be amused." "bunnies?" xavier raises a brow. "ah, you mean the rabbits. i'm much like them? if anything you resemble them more with your big eyes and playfulness."

his fingers go lower, testing something with very careful touches. "ah, xavier," you say his name breathlessly with tinted cheeks. the sound of you almost wiped him out. he's never heard your voice like that, all sweet and aroused. it stirs him so intensely it was almost scary. "my darling," he whispers, "what are you feeling?" you spread your legs a big wider, a silent invitation for more. “i’m feeling…. huh?” you abruptly stop.

“hm?” you’re staring at xavier’s groin with wide eyes, interested. “it’s bigger,” you notice.

“it is bigger,” xavier teases, “it’s been doing that here and there, always feels good.” he moves his hand from your vagina down to his erection. gently he strokes himself, coaxing himself to grow bigger under your watchful eye. he glances up at you, low-lidded and needy eyes. “i think you know where this goes.”

“do i?” you giggle.

“mhm, yes you do,” xavier whispers. he closes in on you once more and lays you back on the damp grass. he leaves his erection nestled in-between your thighs and simply holds you for the moment. “i feel like… we’re about to do something extraordinary. i don’t know why i feel that way but the feeling is strong. do you understand?”

breathless, you nod. “i do, i feel the same way. in fact, i feel so many different things right now, all of them new and directed toward you. thank you, for giving me this new experience.”

xavier shakes his head, eyes full of adoration and reverence. “there’s no need to thank me, i’ve done nothing but love you, that’s the least you deserve my darling.”

gently, you wrap your arms around xavier’s neck and pull him down a bit closer. your lips graze each other’s momentarily, teasing, loving. you look into each others eyes, existence closing in on just each other and no other part of the garden you two grew to love.

“let’s make like the bunnies, shall we?” xavier exhales.

man and woman experience lovemaking.

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being intimate became almost like a new hobby for the two of you. anywhere and anytime you two allowed for it, it would happen. before bed, right after waking up. during meals, while scavenging, with every moment being equally as passionate and fun as the last.

learning your body brought xavier an excitement he could get no where else. every dip and curve got his attention. the flare of your hips was enticing, the roundedness of your breasts were beautiful, the gentle look in your eye was soothing. you reminded him of the gardens, always blooming and growing with new beauty.

you had a special touch for everything it seemed.

“look, the strawberries are growing xavier,” you beam while picking the red berries off of the bush. “we just planted recently, didn’t we?”

“no, my love,” xavier responds. he holds two oranges in his hands and places them down next to you. “you planted them, i believe that’s why they’ve grown so quick.”

you turn your head to look at xavier and smile curiously, “what do you mean? you’re so silly.”

“i’m saying you’re made for this, my dearest. the crops seem to grow the fastest and healthiest when you tend to them, you outdo me.” xavier crouches to your level and takes a strawberry from your hands. he places it against your lips and encourages you to bite. “see, isn’t it nice and juicy? only you grow these.”

you smile and lick the juices off of your lips, “i can’t taste the difference, it tastes like normal strawberries.”

“is that a new color?” xavier asks.

“what is?”

“straw. we have our blueberries and blackberries, those are after the colors we gave them. is this color straw?”

“hm, no,” you ponder, “i just want to call them that. these are red.”

xavier laughs gently at your eccentricity. you were much more free spirited than he was, much more creative too. he picks up the oranges he placed down and holds them out for you. “these are new. they took a while longer to grow but i’ve decided to call the color, ‘orange’. maybe i can be funny like you and call the fruit a cute name,” he giggles.

“like what?” you ask mirthfully.

“like… orange,” xavier smiles proudly. “they are a color of orange but they are also an orange. isn’t that funny?”

you stifle a laugh, not at the name, but at xavier’s attempt at being funny. you nod very slightly in agreement. “yes… yes very funny,” you respond with a restrained voice.

xavier’s eyes soften, “i have a feeling it’s not that funny to you, but you still laugh. i’m keeping the name regardless.” he stands and helps you up from the ground. immediately he notices a difference in your look. “beautiful,” he whispers. “all these fruits we’ve been eating have made you fill out wonderfully, darling. i’d like to touch you.”

it took you a moment to understand his words but once you did you blushed. his hands were immediately on you, touching the fullness of your hips and stomach with tender squeezes. the both of you stand there in an embrace, glancing and giggling at each other.

“you always get distracted,” you murmur, “but i am no better.”

“i agree,” xavier laughs, “every time you see an animal i have to give up with your attention. that’s another thing, you are better with the animals than i am.”

you shake your head, “untrue, they adore you. the bunnies especially. have you seen? the white ones we knew have become differently colored. i’ve seen them be spotted with browns and blacks, its amazing.”

xavier releases his hold on your stomach and wraps his strong arms around your waist. in similar fashion, he’s grown more taunt over these many moon cycles. the muscle is more than welcomed by you. he was strong, attractive, and wonderfully healthy looking.

“it’s because they’re breeding,” xavier murmurs into your neck. “over the time we’ve grown to know them they’ve multiplied, haven’t they? creation is so beautiful, they’ve made more bunnies for us to play with.”

“ah, children,” you smile, “many of these animals have changed in the time we’ve been here. i suppose they’ve all found others to love and create with.”

xavier hums in agreement. he finally peels off of you and picks up the discarded oranges from the floor. he gives you a knowing and teasing look before walking down the path, leaving you to catch.

“xavier!” you laugh. you pick up the leftover strawberries before scurrying for him. “ah, what’s with the silence? that smile of yours tells me much.”

“what? it’s nothing of course,” he mumbles with a whimsical grin.

“it is!” you accuse in between laughs. “tell me, tell me what’s on your mind darling. i won’t stop until i find out.”

xavier bites his lip and holds in a few of his own giggles. he doesn’t respond but there was a shared idea between the two of you.

“say it!” you laugh while picking up speed, “say it!”

xavier doesn’t answer, he picks up speed too, easily beating your shorter frame. you’re both playing this teasing game with one another, quite literally chasing truths about your feelings.

“xavier!” you giggle-yell at him, “say it! say you want kids with me! say you want to create with me!”

immediately xavier stops his jog and throws the oranges to the side to pick you up. he brings you to the air and then embraces you, letting your legs lock around his waist as he face nuzzles into your neck.

“yes, yes, yes. yes, i want to have children with you, multiply like the rest of our garden does,” he admits with a heavenly exhale. “i’ve desired nothing more than to create life with you. would you like that too? for our love to grow on and on?”

you’re breathless but elated at the confession. the ache of love in your chest threatens to burst at xavier’s purity, you want nothing more than what he’s asking. “yes, of course. i’ve thought about it too, i want to have children with you.”

the radiance off of xavier’s smile was brighter than the sun’s. he knew you wanted it too, from the way you’ve been asking for more of his body as of late—but hearing you say it was a different thing. he spins you happily and then rests his head against your chest. “we shall think of a new word for ‘happy’, because whatever i am feeling right now surmounts that infinitely,” he whispers.

you don’t respond with words. xavier was right, language couldn’t do either of you justice right now. instead you lean down and take his lips into yours in a sweet, sweet kiss. love grows stronger more stronger between you two.

when you pull back you can’t help but stare at xavier and admire him. xavier on the hand was chattier than ever.

“our children would be perfection, absolute perfection. the way you would care for them, the way you would love them, it’s so profound isn’t it?” he gushes. “you… nurture, yes, nurture.”

“nurture?” you repeat, the word new on your tongue.

“yes. i’ve created a new word in your honor, darling. that’s your wondrous ability to grow life, to speak to nature, to create. nurturing, nurture.”

the word replays in your mind. a concept dedicated solely to you, created by the man who loves you most. you almost wanted to scream it out to the garden so every living thing there knew it.

you embrace xavier tighter. “a new word might not be enough. a new language is needed for how you make me feel,” you shudder atop his head.

xavier squeezed you once more and hoists you up higher. “i love you,” he whispers. and before you could respond in same, he’s alright moving you to a batch of grass to begin copulation.

it was a flurry of emotions and noises—kisses, sighs, giggles, moans. all before it could actually even begin. forehead to forehead, xavier almost penetrated into you once more, if it wasn’t for the distraction.

your attention was whisked away momentarily to the bush next to you. usually you wouldn’t dare take your eyes off of the man in front of you but there was something about this movement that demanded your attention. xavier follows your eyes and looks to the bush as well.

before he could dismiss it altogether and pry for you focus back, something appears out of the bush.

a snake, green and sliding around with beaded eyes, an animal unknown to the both of you. you’re wary and unsure of it, but equally curious. the snake slides up to you and it was only then you notice where you and xavier are at.

it was unrecognizable at first because neither of you expected it to grow this big, but those seeds you planted many moons ago had finally fully sprouted.

an apple tree hung tall above you.

man and woman discover sin.