#╭┉┈◦ೋ theodora ' teddy ' konstantinos

[ellasquierensangre]

@morteuse

♱♱♱— devotee of beauty that theodora is, she finds herself worshiping death often, and passing long hours at their hieron. in the beginning she offered blood sacrifices and sought nothing but wisdom, mysterious insight. now she knows better, and brings flowers --- black orquideas and white roses, or jasmine and primrose, with their fine perfumes which surely were the design of aphrodite. next time she'll remember the clay pot of perfume that caused her to remember death in her bedroom last night, since folk wisdom says that if it is not blood that is offered, it should be oil, how one is like the other.

she remains veiled and with her gaze downcast as she lights her white tapers and incense, all the while pretending she does not wait for them. suddenly she knows that she no longer worships alone, and bites her tongue to keep her face from lighting up, and her pleasure at their arrival from moving her to improper, impious familiarity.

[ellasquierensangre]

❝ ❛ i know you haven't been sleeping well. ❜ from dolly ❞ -— @devilstown

teddy flushes, and is mortified to find that hot tears of shame prick at the backs of her eyes. no, she hasn't been sleeping well - and it was just last night when he sent her another fleet of black and terrible nightmares, visions of Blake or christian revelations. had her running through an endless canyon chased by starving dogs and serpents with many heads, the open desert just beyond - and waited for her there, at the canyon's mouth. there he held her, sheltered her from the ghoulish phantom violence which he himself had sent after her. even now she remember his scent, and the feeling of his soft hair; remembers thinking how soft his skin was with her lips on his neck, and feels dizzy, sick. that was only the latest; it's been months now, and she's growing desperate for sleep, sometimes forgoes it altogether for fear she'll find him waiting there, with a face made in image of the gods; and, by his insistence upon her company when he knows what it does to her, his appetite for cruelty in image of gods, too. "dolly, please," she sighs, gentle with him as she wilts, and lowers herself to begging. now tears do slip forth, of exhaustion. gently collapses into him, rests her head on his shoulder and all of her weight against him. inhales, and catches his scent again, just like the night before; it's too much. in such an exhausted state, it's overstimulating, it hurts. "darling, i have to, i need to sleep."