#v: dawn of sorrow - aftermath

[sparklytimebun]

"Pardon me?"

(Will @ one of your muses)

Soma looks up, he was already in a small mood so when he sees the sharply dressed man his intial reaction was:

"Are you also one of those agents Genya is with?"

Because Genya had never touched much on WHAT the agency did under the Japanese government so-

"And if not, forget I said that. Can I help you?"

[sparklytimebun]

Soma almost whines, his lips parting. Part of him wants more, to explore this new feeling. Something about being vuneralble right now, with the blindfold on, letting himself trust Genya, trust their touch, their experience. Soma was not new to making out or anything sexual. He's messed with Mina, until they both realized nothing was there. Not romantically. Sexually he was attracted to her, in a way, but it was different with Genya.

He felt things, so much more intensely when the other was close and now, feeling his fingers, the touch of skin.

"Ah..."

Soma wanted to give in.

@sparklytimebun [ x ]

The kiss isn't just some fast drive-by thrill, it is lingering and passionate. Given by someone who clearly had experience in such things and more, given to where his hands were going. Not a worrisome area in the slightest, just formerly gloved fingers glide to the back of Soma's neck and into those fine, white locks.

Genya's head is tilted, thin lips pressing firmly against Soma's more full ones, the tiniest sound coming from his throat. But it doesn't stop at that, no, the agent tastes Soma too. His tongue tracing along his lower lip as if asking politely for that mouth to part and allow him access inside.

Until then he presses their bodies ever so much closer, but without overstepping and not allowing Soma to at least wiggle a bit and break the kiss and their part-way embrace if need be.

[magnetar1]

Palace of the Axe

I.

I’ve no longer heart for this beating of the drum . . .  

Pulled up by roots & left to die.  Gone are hatreds.  Convictions behave as deep depressions.  I head for wilderness to leave it behind.

Little’s worth keeping on the road to isolation.  Deep timbres shrouded in solemn secrets.  Men no longer speak.  

Sacrificing gods to gods, ugly reformations in the guise of easy living . . . Seasons are changing.  Time to move south, deeper into jungles. Dream longer in humid caves.

From the future, yet bound to past.  The journey to snake around & meet us.

Gathered in the bowels of pyramids.  Vernal stones cut from ancient mountains.  Describes the turning of the sun.

Too much life & too little consciousness.  The mud becomes a pungent stew . . .

Tetco-Inan.  Teach me to live off the land.  Away from tombs buried in undergrowth.  Mordant years, alone, wandering your verdant shores. I become more like you every time I step outside.  My skin absorbs the suns rays & dies & sheds a billion times . . .

Altars of my youth are gone.  

Land of dust & bone, death of the world brings me home.  Shadows stain dreams with music coming through the trees: a ghost-like timbre.

Shuddering inside the primeval abyss.  My spirit alive-in-ruins endures: suicide for knowledge

II.

Pantheon of venoms.  First tribes.            

Over parched lands.  Seek the cut of the blade.  A hard race with no love in their eyes.  Each night taking turns brooding under stars. Dark sorcery in the land forces the nature of those who wield it.            

Transmissions give them nightmares.  Blame other tribes & murder them in sleep.  Driven  by paranoia & a desire to keep moving.  

Shadows call down any who understand.  No matter the sacrifice to hideous conjurations.  Beasts roam free to break the will of men . . .

I’m called Seth.  Born in the Time Of the Worm.

Lulled from holes in a shroud-of-darkness.  

Sick from travel they come to offer food & shelter.  They gather ‘round to see what they found, fierce eyes & a stone-temperament.

Too weak to resist.  It’s my grave I seek, but I found them instead.Carried through fecund caves lit by torches, embroidered by veins which pump blood.

Steel quivers in flesh.  A tribe congregates in the garden.  

With only a child’s cock to join in . . .

Uncertain of what happened in those years, lineage of cowardice. Allowing distance between myself & stars, chained to daemons of flesh.

Moist caves hidden under crag & desert.  Far away from trials & rebirth. Strange nights alone . . . I begin to forget!  Oblivious patterns declare my drunkenness.  Surrounded by womb-like structures, yet no sign of life.

Numb to benefits of pain.

Fat bellied maggots.  Drink to life & it’s glory . . !

The Eye finds me.  From the murk, Grand Temples.

Violence divines the light in our souls, flesh it’s greatest failure.

We must return to hard earth!  Blackened blood runs anew.  Rivers etch their way through sand, razor-like visions.   Still, you don’t grasp the mark of perineal nightmares.  Carve out your sex . . . Rituals in silence spare no agony. CYBELE'S fatal abortion.  A pack of wolves shuddering in cold hungry for meat . . . Reality!

Deeper into desert in search of the BLACK STONE.

Power of the Eye guards across battle soaked hills of APOPHIS.

Demon-serpent coils gnashing in the sun.

Nightmares of childhood.  I’ve lived more than one.  To kill myself in another life.  Grown apart from gray logic.  Shadows of my elder self to sustain aether-like memories: unconscious accountability for ranging the modes . . .

It’s impossible to go on.  Spaces close.

Forward march!  In conjunction with my upbringing & it’s curse.

Even though I loved them . . . SETH never finds his way.          

Skins shed.  Seven-fold forms from it’s husk.  I leave him naked & afraid.

Broken open wounds reveal the worms inside.  My human side.  Formed from second thoughts.

Now I see through the Eye.  

Sorrows groan deep through an obelisk forest.

III.

Everything occurs at once.

Soul destroyed in the furnace, elemental sojourn.  Burdened by a billion galaxies & not joined to one.

Drifting through uncharted wastes, reservoirs of abandoned seed. Out here where light can’t reach, under the Stain.

Life decays as quickly as it’s sprung.  MONSTRA.  Daemon of spheres, white transmissions . . .

A glimpse is all I need to steal the seed & seal me in. Faceless warriors on the brink of extinction, reborn.  Only eternity poisons . . .

Daemonical tirades.  ATYS.  Born of  castration & love.  Impales the minds of creatures who glory in his blood.

Transfusion of misery to the germinant seed.

I rest among their bones & secrets.  The world outside transforms. Spirits co-mingled with daemon-sperm, pain in their eyes.

Progenitors of AGDISTIS.  Standing grim before impossible fates - Casting off ancestral chains in favor of original duty.

  IV.

Atoll’s green light whispers.

Furies gone & you can manifest.  Cradled by coral-bone & flecks of astral matter . . . Cosmic earth-child.  Rooted in aeons beyond your years.              I find you basking on alien shores, too distant dreams. The peace I bear & terror it withstands.

Yet I’ve not seen you here before.

Toxic amnesia.  Pure angles destroy rhythms . . .

Pry them awake little one.  Seeds in the garden where you abandoned them. Past the gate unhinged into alabaster ruins.  Across the stretching gulf you call the Sea . . . Isle Of Samothrake.

Savage magic rules here.  Totem-clans & torch-bearing mystics. Sacrificing dogs in exchange for lions & horses.

Into the mouth of Zerynthos!  Wield madness & step inside the circle.

Guided by shadows into the whorling flame, symbols branded to fade.

Awaken confused, sick, but alive. Young spirit at war with an ancient mind.

Cut the roots, nerves.  Move headlong to conquer space & it’s daemons.

Barriers of pure light mistaken for flame.

Corridors eschew darkness to lead straight in.                      

We die.  Instant of extreme exposure.  Frozen steps.  Across the wasteland go gods & men.  Enter the kingdom of consolidated power . . .

Knowledge for fools who pray, annihilation of the spirit & it’s dividends.  

Cursed passages lead to false death.   Lifetimes to supplant serpent-like memories.  Where we end up is beyond the Fabric.  Old bones wilt beneath the weight of sorrows.  Crumpled form on the edge of a shadowed land . .

Cry into my heart, child, it is no more.  We are the same.

Bargain for your spirit another day.

Escape to the White Star, gauze unveiled before the Illuminated Eye.

A void scarred by deep impressions.  Pregnant with visions of unruly races, sigils & signs.

Follow them into the Frozen Temple.

A hallway lined with sentient beings.  Austere life-forms.

V.

Weight of gods & daemons.  Driven across cosmos.   Ghosts lie en masse on the borderland.  While a turgid shadow follows oozing tumorous blood.

Massive blot that doesn’t rinse & crawls on it’s larval belly.

Bitter nightmares!  Tortured by pressures of wonderment.  Through ragged fields of stars & darkling seeds.            

Ghosts Of the Flame.  Life takes root & dies.

Stars go out as they pass by.  Traveling ahead in circles.

Energy divides the mind, glyphic auras . . .

Weep for what’s lost.  Enjoy the freedom.  Untethered host of a billion mythic deliriums.

Dirge Of Soma.  Ecstasy instead of Empire.

Resurrect worthy foes & lovers.  Penetrate it’s tightening grip. Aftermath of slavery & reunion of the White Dawn.

Spirits with altruistic nerves descending.  They go together. Separately. Risen from hazards of escape.  Open their eyes & hear the cries . . .  

No longer music or memory.  Deep silence & the rhapsody of alien tones.

[sparklytimebun]

From here || @theshinigamisupervisor

"Are you okay?" Soma asks, a bit concerned. They looked quite confused, perhaps upset? "Well not many people just WANDER into Japan."

Soma was questioning it now too. How did he get there? Of course Soma walked through the Shrine gates and suddenly appeared at the castle the first time. Perhaps a portal then? It made sense.

"Maybe you passed through a door way." He says helpfully, smiling at the other. "They happen sometimes."

[sparklytimebun]

Soma, be careful I heard that the cult of light was in the area. Better be careful they don't sneak up on you and accidently drug you~

"They better not. I've no problem summoning a witch's soul to shoot magic at them-"

Not that he would, he promised Julius he wouldn't but-- if push came to shove, he would have no choice.

"I already had to deal with one scare and Mina got hurt because of it."

[sparklytimebun]

[Soma] 😍☎ 📱

Relationship Builder Meme || Accepting

�� - three things.

I like his voice. Its so deep, so seductive. And i feel like he could read a shampoo bottle and Id be enthralled.

I also like his touch. Its so gentle, yet grounding and it sends me into a little spiral of naughty thoughts.

His HAIR. It's fluffy and soft and I want to braid it so fucking bad.

☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent).

Name: Genya <3 Ringtone: Mr. Wonderful (smile.dk) Picture: It's Genya passed out (picture under readmore if the link dont work)

📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

"Hey so if I come visit your office, will they let me in? Ru's busy and I'm bored. I'll be over in a bit bye~"

[sparklytimebun]

[ Soma ] PULL + SQUEEZE + HOT + MARK

subtle nsfw || accepting

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

-----xxxxx------

If anyone asked Soma how this happened, how Genya ended up leaving hickies all over his neck, how he ended up being pulled into their lap? He'd say he...didn't know. One moment he was walking out of the shower, wearing the agent's button down and some sleep shorts, next thing he knows the dhampir had pulled him onto his lap, on the couch. His hands were roaming up and down his sides, tracing every curve, mapping every inch of skin those skillful hands could find.

When he finished leaving a ring of pretty marks like a collar around his neck and on his throat, did Soma go in for a heated kiss. It's not elegant like Genya when he kisses: It's more needy, more urgent. He's so worked up from just this alone that he rolls his hips, wanting more. Needing more.

Genya was more than happy to give him what he wanted and more, as hands squeeze the slender thighs that rest against his lap.

"Good boy."

Soma was certain that if he died right now, that would be fine. This was enough to die happy if needed.

"Yours."

[sparklytimebun]

Soma tell us what its like knowing one day you'll be to weak to resist >:)

Soma pauses mid sip. The question is one that has been on the forefront of his mind lately. Since his white day date, when he confessed he had been experiencing...things. It was one thing to have the ability to dominate souls still (the variety of soul gems he kept and can use with ease an example), but it is another to be having vivid day dreams and nightmares of him.

It's different when he can feel someting calling out to him. Of course Soma has expressed such fears and Genya, bless him, has assured him and Julius did say he'd keep his promise.

Still Soma can't help but worry sometimes. Twice he almost gave in and sometimes he dreams about the what ifs. Dreams of him and Julius fighting. Julius loosing. Genya being forced to kill him or seal him away. Mina having to help with that. All while Soma watched, unable to anything.

"I tend not to think about it."

Soma starts, sipping his drink again.

"I'd rather much not think about it. I...already feel like I'm not human, that I am changing...and it's not something I know how to process. I was what? 20 the the first time? 21 the second?"

A sigh.

"Anyway, if you've had your fill, be gone now, please. I would like to enjoy my bubble tea in peace."

[sparklytimebun]

"Little Prince Soma" Is very cute. What would you do if Arikado called you that?

"I think I would absolutely die. Probably scream internally and maybe melt. I don't...have any pet names. No one's ever given me a pet name. Not the girls I dated on high school, and certainly not Mina."

He is giddy as all fuck at the idea of Genya calling him 'Little Prince' though.

"I think I'd be over the moon, actually. It depends I suppose on how deep this goes, but we've had a few dates(?) I want to say. We've kissed. A lot."

He might be simping.

"I'd love for him to call me that sometime. I mean to be fair I think our white day date was him actually asking me to be his boyfriend, so there is that."

"I wonder if I should give him a nickname to see his reaction...."

Thank you kind gray faced being, he's going to be on cloud nine thinking about this.

@luxintenebrislucetx

[sparklytimebun]

[Soma] "Lay down here, alright, just - rest."

Soma wants to protes he is fine, that he just needs to pop an advil and move on. Arkiado would have him do otherwise and while he would fight the agent any other time, now laying down on the soft couch he just...melts.

"Fine."

He'll listen for once, because really right now he just had no motivation. At all.

(( migrane asks || accepting)).

[sparklytimebun]

Soma finds himself blushing softly, eyes widening. Its so rare to see him soft and he feels...elated? Happy? His cheeks burn and there was a little nervous giggle and he just sort of short circuits for a moment.

"I know..."

He so very much wants to run away, wants to just deny that he was fine, could do this. Genya's eyes wont let him. Purple meeting gentle dark brown.

"Like a priest? Ah yes forgive me father, for I have sinned-" he teases, but he sees the seriousness and there is something that pulls at him. He shifts and looks away again.

".....I don't...Genya I..."

Its not like Soma to struggle. He was actually pretty well articulated, if not confudent. A natural at commanding attention and speaking his mind. Not now. No. He was not feeling anything.

"I'm scared."

He admits. Two close calls. Two and so close to the other.

"I don't want to be him. I can't be him."

[sparklytimebun]

@x-whiskeylullaby-x for Soma!

"....so...you...are me?" Soma asks, staring up at the tall man.

Boy he hoped Arikado nor the other's found out he was talking to the spirit of his past self. Arikado especially would loose it. Probably.

[sparklytimebun]

[Soma] “You said you’d like to go on more dates? Fine. Then I shall take you somewhere you haven’t been to before. We’re going suit fitting tomorrow afternoon.”

A blink. Suit...fitting? Was his wardrobe of black shirts and dress pants and jeans not enough? For Genya to take him to get fitted-- it must be very expensive if he needs to be formal.

He's so excited! Just look at those cute bat ears pop out as he tries to simmer the excitement. It... was very sweet, very kind of him and when his slate gray eyes lock with his beloved's, Soma melts. He was so in love. Helplessly so.

"I see~"

[sparklytimebun]

[Soma] 🔄  +  🔪

knife meme || Accepting

Soma is, for lack of better words, afraid. He is not sure what he did, but he knew it came down to the fact that he was the Dark Lord, or his present self. Julius made sure that castle was sealed and then Soma finished it after that second solar eclipse, where he fought that abhorrent cult, and then again when he fought fucking Cecelia. So really Soma was content to live a normal life.

Normal as one can be when he literally has a host of souls he still dominates (because he was not giving up the most useful of soul gems, thank you.) Yet he was not expecting to be attacked and pinned by a Belmont that was not Julius (although he's certain Julius would be like 'Well you must have done something').

So he frowns, soft purple gray eyes narrowing in annoyance. His gun was knocked aside and he could summon a bat familiar if he wanted, he remembered how to do that. He remembered a lot of neat little tricks actually, but doing so would just...exasperate things more.

"So you have me pinned, you going to kill me? Without even telling me what I did?"

[sparklytimebun]

"I've never shared my secret with any soul." [ SOMA BECAUSE WHY NOT WE CAN FIGURE OUT THE DEETZ LATER ]

Soma blinks. He looks up at the other and just...tilts his head.

"Never?" He asks, feeling a bit pleased and a bit honored. He's still curious how this is all happening, but Soma supposes it's not the weirdest thing.

He debates on calling Julius and telling him 'Hey I think I'm talking to one of your ancestors' but decided not too. Currently they were in the library, Soma with his ever present boba tea in hand. Arikado wasn't here to stop him and Ru never said no to him.

"Thank you, then. For trusting me."

[sparklytimebun]

@x-whiskeylullaby-x for Soma!

"You know what? This was not on my bingo card for 2037, at all." Soma says, bubble tea in hand. "We should get you to my apartment. So people stop staring."

Of course whether they understood Japanese was a different story, but Soma was good at English though!