#BOA: Veladon Fermentum

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PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 11: HEARTSTRINGS

A little late oops, but something sick and twistedly romantic from yesterday

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TW for Gore

Veladon has Corvus laid out on the operating table, his beautiful feathers drooping at his sides, his chest open. He wishes more than anything that he could be awake so he could press a kiss to those cold lips as he slides his hands beneath his ribcage, but he wouldn't want to risk bringing Corvus any harm.

Within his own hands is a beating organ. He'd removed it only shortly before, struggling without the assistance of anyone else, but he doesn't dare to bring anyone else to his theatre. This moment is sacred and personal, something that nobody else deserves to bear witness to.

He doesn't need a puny heart to live. The entity he'd made a deal with made sure of that much. But ever since it's been gone he hasn't felt the same, his body weaker, his chest feeling horribly empty. Pain runs through his body but it's nothing he can't handle. If he's so desperate for rest he can always get Wormwood to take care of him afterwards.

As he approaches Corvus his eyes flicker upon beautiful innards. He ghosts a hand over them, appreciating the neat way they sit within him, watching them pulse idly. Veladon smiles at his sleeping love, leaning in to kiss the lobe of his ear before straightening, standing over the man's chest.

He reaches in with one hand to move aside his guts, feeling the way they squirm as he pulls them as far as he can out of the ribcage and away from the heart and lungs, until there is a gap that he can work with. With focus Veladon takes his own heart, still pounding in his hand with life despite it being detached from his body, and slides it there underneath his lungs, right next to Corvus'.

He'll probably feel the obstruction at first, notice something is there, but any complications Veladon will happily see to. He leans in to press a kiss to Corvus' ribs as he moves everything back into place as best he can, making sure that his heart is snugly tucked in among his insides until everything is perfect.

Veladon feels that there is no better way to be close to Corvus than this, to be a part of him. Now he will never be without him, and Corvus never without him. He'll come to love it, to appreciate what Veladon has done to him. He'd been so compliant with being put under despite having no clue what was going to happen - he'll surely take this just as well. Veladon softens as he takes to stitching him back up, thinking fondly of those pretty lashes closed over his golden eyes, watching as his flesh and thin, underfed muscle comes back together.

Oh, how Corvus pulls on his heartstrings. Deluded, Veladon thinks that perhaps he will feel them for himself now, feel the way he makes Veladon feel with every sickly sweet word, with every brush of skin, every time he sees him.

When he's done, when Corvus is ready to be awoken, he reverses the medication flowing through his IV and sits at his side, waiting patiently, staring at his sleeping face with half-lidded, adoring red eyes.

Veladon clutches his chest, the pain turning to a dull thrumming inside, but he doesn't mind. Any pain is worth the feverish satisfaction that comes with being a part of Corvus, of crawling inside his chest to place himself there, to seal himself up inside of him. My sweet, perfect Corvus, he thinks, resting his head on his hand, watching Corvus' ear twitch, you have my heart now. Will you be kind to it? Will you be kind to me?

And as Corvus awakens, as he starts to take in the world around him, and finally as his golden eyes stutter, unfocused, over Veladon's face, he smiles.

dividers: by saradika

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PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 2: SKIRT

Veladon and Corvus my beloveds <3

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Veladon is more than used to his partner's unique taste in fashion. He's got no opposition - in fact, he thinks his beloved looks stunning in whatever he chooses to wear - and admires the freedom that he carries himself with. He can't imagine Corvus having ever had the confidence to do such a thing back when they knew each other first. When they met second he'd started to express himself a little more, but when they met third he'd grown into his adult plumage and set flight into truly himself.

It is one of those many days where Corvus decides to dress to his heart's desire today. They each take their time getting dressed, picking out their outfits carefully, often coordinating them so that they both match, but this time Corvus has taken especially long, 'umm'ing and 'ahh'ing over two skirts. He's wearing an elegant white shirt with puffy arms and can't decide between a more form-fitting skirt or a flowing one. Veladon thinks, in all honesty, that either would suit the look, but indecisiveness is no good to Corvus.

What he does know, though, is that Corvus will be delighted to have his opinion. He gets up from the side of their bed, running his bony hands along his beloved's waist, just about tall enough in his boots to see over his shoulder. "Darling, if I may..."

"Oh, please Veladon, I'm in dire need of your help," Corvus sighs dramatically, holding up each skirt in turn. "They're both just so nice..."

Veladon settles his hand atop the one Corvus uses to hold up the long, flowing skirt. "This would look beautiful on you."

"Finally! Thank you, agapi mou," Corvus turns his head to give Veladon a sweet kiss on the forehead before he puts away the first skirt, returning and sighing. "Would you help me at the back, please?"

Most of Corvus' skirts fasten at the back and they're made to accommodate the long peacock feathers trailing behind him so doing it alone proves a significant challenge. Veladon, of course, has no issue with being of assistance. "Of course."

This one fastens under the tail feathers so that they can flow over the top at the back, making it especially fiddly, but Veladon is used to it by now, and he has delicate hands precise enough to wield the finest of needles to skin, so buttons aren't anything to him. He kneels down, his lover's long legs making him tower far above him, and gently he pulls the buttoned side of the skirt over. It overlaps with the other side, leaving no room for skin to accidentally be shown. Gently Veladon lifts the feathers of his tail, resting them atop his shoulder so that they stay put, then he easily buttons it up. Once it's done he lowers the feathers back down, unable to resist running a hand along their silkiness as he does.

"Thank you," Corvus smiles, turning to wrap Veladon up in a tight embrace. Corvus knows Veladon likes being squeezed like this, the pressure simple but comfortable, and so he hugs him back, holding him gently - how he likes it. "Are you ready to face patéras?"

When Corvus pulls away so that he can see Veladon's face his smile is on show. Veladon loves his lips already, round and pretty, but his smile is delicate and regal, charming to even the most stoic of men. There is perhaps too much he would do to preserve that smile. He could endure Regus all day if it meant he got to see it for just a minute longer. "If I must, my dearest."

"You must," Corvus laughs, leaning down for a proper kiss this time, their lips meeting oh-so-softly. "If we don't leave I might find myself unable to stop kissing your sweet, silly face."

"You're hardly able to stop as is," Veladon jokes lightly, trailing his hand along Corvus' back before pulling away and offering up his hand.

Corvus takes it with a gentle blush and together the two take their leave from their bedroom, facing yet another day together.

dividers: by saradika