i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Has he, perhaps, taken too little of the sedative? Yes. Has it, perhaps, done jack shit for the stressors that stir him because of that? Also yes. He’d fallen asleep with the muzzle on just for safety, curled up close to soak in his sunshine lover’s heat, yet far enough away to keep his teeth to himself, to keep his arms to himself, just in case.
But it doesn’t stop him from stirring in his sleep, starting with the quiet huffs of breath and the way he curls into himself, trying to hide his scars away. Eyes screwed shut tight, jaw set, muscles feathering up from his jaw into his temple. A whimper leaves him, sharp like a whine, like the fyrhund shift is trying to break out. It doesn’t, though, thankfully. But he curves in on himself further, dragging his knees up to his chest, head trying to press against his legs. His horns tear at the pillows as he presses his head down, leaving two stripes in the pillows behind, his hands white knuckled where they grip both a blanket and his leg hard enough to bruise.
But it doesn’t stop him from stirring in his sleep, starting with the quiet huffs of breath and the way he curls into himself, trying to hide his scars away. Eyes screwed shut tight, jaw set, muscles feathering up from his jaw into his temple. A whimper leaves him, sharp like a whine, like the fyrhund shift is trying to break out. It doesn’t, though, thankfully. But he curves in on himself further, dragging his knees up to his chest, head trying to press against his legs. His horns tear at the pillows as he presses his head down, leaving two stripes in the pillows behind, his hands white knuckled where they grip both a blanket and his leg hard enough to bruise.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
