I may have tricked myself

hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies

It’s certainly a siren song, the way she toys with his wings and the feathers soft beneath her fingertips, with the way the tension around his waist falls away as she opens herself up for him more. And damn it, it really goes to his head. One hand continues to work at his pants, unbuttoning, making a show of the relief that spreads across his face without the tension and pressure of his pants pressing against him. He practically shivers with it, shoulders relaxing slightly.

His hand abandons her chest in favor to drift down her stomach, realizing something belatedly, leaning over her to grab something beneath his wing at the nightstand. He withdraws, returning his attention half to devouring the sight before him and half to the attempt at putting the protection on. “Gods, look at you.” It’s a rumbling growl of approval, before he’s ready and tugging at the last bit of clothing around her hips. “Do you care about these?” He asks, lifting his gaze to her as his hand partially shifts into sharp talons, as if his thought process is clear.

the flood

heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again

totally sniped from odd ilu