do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He does not know quite yet if he likes this Gospel who commands him or doesn’t melt into his embrace anymore. There is something that keeps him in her orbit, of course, and perhaps that is because he likes the way she dances just beyond his reach now. She gave him a sample of her submission and her devotion and now she has ripped it from him without any hesitation at all. When she places her lips to his rough scales, he does not initially turn back to see her. When he does, however, the blur of red that forms their outlines conjoins into a single entity. They are one in their ravenous lust for chaos.
Before the fire, they are one beast with many names.
His lips curl into a feral grin as a strange purring-hiss escapes his throat. When she pulls back from his touch, he briefly lunges his head forward to catch her with his teeth. But instead he pauses there with the awful edges of his teeth to her skin. Ghaul tolerates defiance but only to a degree. Everything in him wants to snap her legs between his teeth for rejecting his gentle touch. Still, she is more entertaining to him alive than dead. That strange noise echoes from his lungs again before he pulls his fangs from her throat.
“How will we drink of glory when you deny me?” he whispers against her skin. His lips trace down to her shoulder where he finds another patch of scales not so coarse as his own. She is a sleek, refined predator while he is loud and brash – two sides of the same blood-stained coin. “We are unified or we are doomed.”
The stars across the high points of his cheeks glimmer as he lifts his head from her shoulder. Ghaul has always been hungry for another’s warmth, though that is all he has ever desired thus far. His touch is chaste, gentle despite his bruised ego when his chest presses to hers so lightly. She is his first friend and he holds her above most others for both her strength and her loyalty. The dragon prince listens patiently for her reply as he tries not to focus quite so much on the pulse thrumming in her veins.
@[gospel] bend the knee :gun: