a tempest, you was rising
When Deepfrost came the snake would be well and truly fucked, being homeless and coldblooded after all. But a million things might get in the way of that, and so it absolutely wasn't worth worrying about. And who ever knows if death is so bad, really? Mort with all his curls. Cookies, probably? Some even said James looked a bit like the god of death, and so surely that would bode well for him when the day eventually came.
With a bottle of something tucked under his arm, cradled as a child might a teddybear, the thief dozed against a tree with a cigarette hanging halfway out of his mouth. However as the minutes passed and relaxation took hold of his lips, the cigarette fell onto James' concave chest. The burning ash perfectly struck his nipple (given that James was wearing all but a mesh-shirt), rousing him instantly.
"Not so hard—" He yelled as he stirred, dark-ringed eyes opening and blinking in surprise given that there was no hedonistic sexual partner between his legs with their teeth on his nipple. "Oh for fucks sake." Brushing away at the ashes only to find the mesh of the shirt having burnt away into a large hole over his nipple, James merely sighed with a lazy shake of his head. "Third time this week." He grumbled to the bottle in his arms.
With a bottle of something tucked under his arm, cradled as a child might a teddybear, the thief dozed against a tree with a cigarette hanging halfway out of his mouth. However as the minutes passed and relaxation took hold of his lips, the cigarette fell onto James' concave chest. The burning ash perfectly struck his nipple (given that James was wearing all but a mesh-shirt), rousing him instantly.
"Not so hard—" He yelled as he stirred, dark-ringed eyes opening and blinking in surprise given that there was no hedonistic sexual partner between his legs with their teeth on his nipple. "Oh for fucks sake." Brushing away at the ashes only to find the mesh of the shirt having burnt away into a large hole over his nipple, James merely sighed with a lazy shake of his head. "Third time this week." He grumbled to the bottle in his arms.
& no i don't like to be this way
