「 Skill Point ― Escort」
♫ What Once Was - Her's ♫
♫ What Once Was - Her's ♫
The blind man enthralled Tyr. Always had, always would at the rate they were moving. The words that fell from the dove's lips only furthering the rapture that tainted his incarcerated mind. He couldn't control himself around Cupid, a childish hope blossoming within his chest for something that had always felt out of the god's grasp; freedom.
A low rumble bubbled in the man's chest, a laugh slipping from his split-toned maw. The words that followed were hot on his tongue, begging for the attention of his courtesan.
Tyr couldn't pull himself away from the temptation that was Cupid. It was during times when he should have shown loyalty, the red thread that seemed to connect them tugged, forever reminding him that he would never be free of the pastel man. They had been through thick and thin, hardships shaping their relationship and bringing them closer than ever before.
Some might have quit, and yet Tyr continued to find himself drawn to the touch of Cupid, to the tranquility the wise man bestowed upon his raging thoughts.
Perhaps it was toxic to rely on someone so heavily when nothing had been discussed; no boundaries had been set. But the feelings that stirred in Tyr's chest never wavered, only the guilt of his conscience restraining him from what could be.
A low rumble bubbled in the man's chest, a laugh slipping from his split-toned maw. The words that followed were hot on his tongue, begging for the attention of his courtesan.
Then devour me, svanen min
Tyr couldn't pull himself away from the temptation that was Cupid. It was during times when he should have shown loyalty, the red thread that seemed to connect them tugged, forever reminding him that he would never be free of the pastel man. They had been through thick and thin, hardships shaping their relationship and bringing them closer than ever before.
Some might have quit, and yet Tyr continued to find himself drawn to the touch of Cupid, to the tranquility the wise man bestowed upon his raging thoughts.
Perhaps it was toxic to rely on someone so heavily when nothing had been discussed; no boundaries had been set. But the feelings that stirred in Tyr's chest never wavered, only the guilt of his conscience restraining him from what could be.
