#Wastrels

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: wastrel_song

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My father makes book on the corner, My mother makes passable gin, My sister makes love to the sailors, My God how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in! My brother's a slum missionary, He's saving the young girls from sin, He'll save you a blonde for a guinea, My God how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in! My aunt is a brave lighthouse keeper, Each night when the fog?s rolling in, She puts a red light in the window, My God, how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in! My uncle's an artist and painter, He turns out a beautiful fin, He passes them off to the vicar, My God, how the money rolls in! Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in! My grandma sells cheap prophylactics, She punctures the head with a pin, For grandpa gets rich with abortions. My God, how the money rolls in, Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in, rolls in. Rolls in, rolls in, My God how the money rolls in! My father has spent all his money, My mother has drunk all her gin, My sister has sold all her kisses, And now no more money rolls in! No more, no more, And now no more money rolls in, rolls in! No more, no more, And now no more money rolls in, rolls in!

wastrel_song_broke

I just got here through Paris from the sunny southern shore. To Monte Carlo went just to raise my winter's rent. Did fortune smile upon me as she'd never done before and I've now such lots of money I'm a gent. Yes, I've now such lots of money I'm a gent. As I walk along the Bois de Boulogne with an independent air you can hear the girls declare: he must be a millionaire. You can hear them sigh and wish to die, You can see them wink to the other eye at the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.

[helltoraise]

♡ 🥩 ♡    ↷   are you helmin’s type

@wastrels said   :   full house!

damn ! ! ! evil power duo ! full bingo , i am smushing them together <3

[enchaentd]

" thank you. don't ever do that again. "

prompts for people who aren't used to kindness, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

       she finds herself looking forward to glances of ren,   now,   more than she ever consciously realizes.   a special sort of surprise that comes more often than she could dream of.   when she’s being romantic,   it feels an awful lot like finding each other,   but it’s just as easy to think of the fun of it.   this might be the first time it’s on purpose,   finding ren performing somewhere closer to the cottage,   instead of so far away.   so she brought flowers to meet them,   slipping in a very allie fashion to where they were.   half wandering,   and half being pointed there by people who seemed to know what was going on.

        an   ‘ of course! ’   starts to slip its way from her lips before she reaches the second part of their words,   and her mouth flutters to a close.   oh.   her hands retract the bouquet of flowers,   back to being clutched against her chest.   it takes her a moment to collect herself,   a little shocked look on her face.   she eases back into droopy eyelashes and flushed cheeks soon enough,   holding onto the flowers as a way to soothe.   “ you’re very welcome,   are flowers not, like, allowed?   ‘cause it’s not   ...   it’s not spooky enough? ”   she had very especially picked out spookier flowers in hopes that they would like them,   of darker colors and sometimes,   darker meanings.   she tries to push away the sting of rejection,   it’s easy,   today,   caught up in the swell of ren.

[sosagely]

@wastrels asked ; [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver.

kara's no stranger to danger. she's gotten herself into more than her fair share of trouble: growing up alone && angry often meant finding out how far she could push the thin line between adventurous and reckless. there's very little that rattles her nowadays.

but this guy ... this guy just might. he very clearly doesn't know when to take no for an answer. he keeps blathering on, inching closer, leering at her with an underserved level of arrogance. kara's trying to reign in that infamous temper, but given the only time she ends up in these seedy bars is when she's running from her own emotions ... well this guy is playing with fire. after one too many lewd comments, kara snaps. she throws her drink in his face. he stumbles to his feet, outraged, hand flying high ...

and in a flurry of unexpected movement, he's out cold.

kara's confusion lasts all of two seconds, before a familiar face drains the tension in her shoulders. ❝ ren! ❞ of course it's her favorite bartender, coming to the rescue like some knight in shining armor. her lips quirk up in an easy grin. ❝ i totally had that handled, you know. ❞ NO, SHE DIDN'T. ❝ where have you been hiding? i haven't seen you around in like, forever. ❞

[k4rlsson]

" if i fall i'm dragging your ass down with me. " from @wastrels ⛓️

"⸻ stop talking about my ass."     voice drenched in mirth,    a hand reaching for the next bar along the ladder.    it was ren who had come up with this idea in the first place,    𝑛𝑒𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.    the tallest building in the area,    maybe the oldest.    run down and covered in graffiti    ―    save for the top    ( 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 ).    it's a miracle the place is still standing.   it was said a while back that the city had tried to tear it down,    but their equipment had mysteriously stopped working.    𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.    a look behind their shoulder,    a whip of wind against the stretched tunnel of their ear,     "why so edgy,    tough guy, afraid of heights?"

[walkeddeath]

🚢

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) I JUST WANNA YAP A LIL

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here ) i will end up making pinboards and playlists and thinking of various lil verses + throwing shit in dms like “this them” + yap a Lot

[br1ars]

* no — stop. go on ahead. i can take care of this myself. ... from here.

❛ absolutely not, ❜ aurora protests with a smug click of her tongue, planting herself next to them with an aggravated huff. had @wastrels always been this stubborn? ❛ i won't allow you to bear this on your own. you're going to tell me how i can help. ❜

[helltoraise]

ㅤㅤㅤalliance forged through 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 , webs of underground connections ― knowing the right 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 that's friends with the correct 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙨 ― all for 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 to meet. ( 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉 ; WAFER ON THE TONGUE , KINSHIP IN THE INHUMAN. ) both leveled on familiar ground , 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞�� ; gluttony quenched only through means of life &. it's gilded essence.

ㅤㅤㅤhelmin sent the other a simple text , ❛ 🩸 + 🥩 ? meet in an hour , usual place. ❜ location pinned ― a grove easily overlooked , tucked in 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 &. veiled beneath needled branches ; the daemon early to arrive , adorned in 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬-𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠 ― 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝.

ㅤㅤㅤthe victim fatuous ― a face that wouldn't be missed. 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗲 , ren able to make others 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙮-𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 with a mere gaze ; helmin , 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 , remains 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 nonetheless. ( WINDOWS TO THE SOUL , WHAT LURKS THERE ? ) 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ― words sugar &. milk ; 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 &. 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩. ❝ you first. 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. ❞ flickers of a smile flow across carmine lips ― 𝘪𝘭𝘭-𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 eagerness palpable ; 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚢𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 did helmin feel times of 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

@wastrels | ❤

[enchaentd]

"is this normal for you? going out of your way like this?"

prompts for people who aren't used to kindness, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        her head tilts to the side,   large eyes filling up with watered down confusion as she flutters to look up at them.   anxious,   but ultimately confused.   the tray in her hands gets a little heavy as she searches all over their face for the signs of emotions she recognized.   things like disappointment,   or anger.   things to twist her stomach up about.   any sort of bunny soft twitch that she was supposed to catch onto.   but she doesn’t find anything,   she can’t,   so she just beams and holds her tray out.   “ i made these for you!   just ‘cause and also,   like,   thank you,   for inviting me! ”

        little dark,   bitter-ish   ( the good kind of bitter,   promise! )   lava cakes and cherries,   dark ones,   because they reminded her of them.   a whole tray of little scarlet and dark brown desserts.   it didn’t feel out of her way at all.   it was just what she wanted to do,   charmed and dancing around her kitchen,   picking out the little dress she wanted to wear to the concert,   daydreaming about them.   really,   she just wanted to see them,   but this was extra special,   so of course she would make them something extra special.   allie perks up,   and holds onto the of course,   of course,   of course of it all.   “ i dunno’!   i just sorta’ think everything’s in my way,   y’know?   so,   like,   nothing’s out of it.   i just kinda’   ...   wander like that,   anyway,   so it makes sense to me. ”

[walkeddeath]

📐 + 6ft.

there will be bullying im sorry gen can't help but bully once someone hits 6'0".

[jewelstole]

" jurisdiction ? well now you've got me all excited. " curiosity killed the cat. " i'm no one's pet , sweetheart. didn't you know ? strays only belong to themselves. " she adorns her pixie cut with a set of ears. it's one of her more simple costumes this time. still , she has never not been stylish. " how about you let me in on whatever fun little deal you have ? i promise not to bite .. "

afraid of potential? ridiculous. no, what people should be afraid of is them. them, and the variety of weapons they'll use to sever their fingers. not completely, of course. just down to the first knuckle. one by one, slowly but surely, bit by glorious bit. while they scream.

it takes them a second to realise the cat isn't being literal. "relax, pet. i'm not interested in declawing you." a pause. "i wouldn't want to. you're not in my... jurisdiction."

[allyriadayne]

“Once someone touched my jaw so softly I cried. Once someone held my hand so lightly I wept —” Sanna Wani, from “Meditation”, My Grief, the Sun.

[hmslusitania]

prompt number 2, 8, 15, or 35 for TimKon or something with arrowfam (tv or comics lol)? Or whichever prompt that's calling to you! :)

I went with 8: "Am I close?" "Not even a little."

The thing is, Kon shouldn’t really be surprised. Tim, who hates surprises but keeps secrets like it’s his first language, is exactly the sort of person who — given a modicum of leeway — would plan some insane surprise situation for his boyfriend without even letting Kon have a hint about what it is.

“You scheduled us all a shift in the Justice League’s old moon base because you want to see what happens when Bart tries to run at reduced gravity,” Kon guesses, poking the bare strip of skin between the hem of Tim’s shirt and waistband of his boxer briefs. Tim is sitting up in bed and hunched over his laptop, focusing heavily on some case details for his latest Gotham bullshit situation. Kon is pretty much immune to random body aches, but his back twinges in sympathy the longer he observes Tim’s posture.

“No, but I do want to do that now,” Tim says, shifting a little when Kon pokes him again.

“Why won’t you just tell me?”

“And ruin the surprise?” Tim asks, twisting to look at him. The new posture does nothing to help the state of his back, and Kon can’t look at it anymore without intervening. He snatches Tim around the waist, uses his TTK to put Tim’s laptop safely on the floor, and hauls him back to bed.

“Can I get a hint?” Kon asks, when he’s got Tim’s spine properly straightened out and Tim’s face mashed against his chest.

Tim hums, considering. “No,” he decides finally.

“You convinced Wonder Woman to let us borrow her jet, so we can go to that crazy mall out in the middle of space where they sell everything and relive our wasted youth as ‘hoodlums who lurk in malls’,” Kon guesses, grabbing the two Gotham goons trying to rob the bank he’d been assigned by the collars of their jackets and hauling them up into the air while they scream.

“If you’re going to operate in Gotham, please observe Bat-comm protocol,” Oracle scolds mildly through the earpiece Kon had been talked into.

“I was never—” Tim starts, and is interrupted by the sound of his bo staff hitting the goons at the bank he’d been dispatched to. Kon thinks this is probably moor coordination than the general Gotham goon squad typically gets up to — robbing a dozen banks simultaneously in broad daylight because they’d been under the impression there was just the one daylight vigilante — but he’s not the detective here and his only real job is to help prevent the robberies. “—a mall hoodlum.”

“That’s just because the one mall in Gotham that wasn’t constantly getting carpet bombed by fear gas when we were growing up didn’t have a game store,” Steph pipes up in the comms.

“Ooh! Is that the surprise? You’re finally gonna teach me Dungeons and Dragons?” Kon asks.

“Kids, as much as I respect both games that help you hone skills like improv and storytelling and math, and the joys of young love,” Black Lightning says over the comms. “Maybe you can work on planning your date night later?”

“Sorry,” Tim and Kon reply, and Kon goes back to delivering his set of goons to the waiting members of the GCPD Oracle had dispatched to collect them.

Kon doesn’t reconnect with Tim until they’re done stopping all the robberies, the Bats, the Outsiders, and Kon pitching in because he’s in town. He meets him on a rooftop where Tim’s perched on a gargoyle to observe his city, and he smiles when Kon extends the bag of Bat Burger takeout his way.

“Did you get the fries Jokerized?” Tim asks.

“No, that felt like it was in really bad taste,” Kon replies.

Tim hums and goes a little pink beneath his mask. “Actually, they’re pretty good, and since even Jason’s said that, it’s just one of those weird facts we have to live with.”

“If you guys go into Bat Burger in costume, do they give you discounts?” Kon asks, unwrapping his own burger. “Like, I think the Flashes all have free admittance to the Flash Museum, or would if it was possible to keep them out of it.”

“They don’t give us discounts, but they do look at us kinda funny if we order things besides the menu items named for us,” Tim says.

“This city’s insane, right, like, you do know that,” Kon says. It’s kinda supposed to be a question, but he can’t quite make it one since it’s such an obvious statement.

“Yeah,” Tim agrees, with nearly a fond sigh about it.

They eat their burgers in companionable quiet for a moment, and then Kon prods Tim in the knee. “So was I close? Game night?”

Tim grins at him. There’s a sesame seed stuck at the corner of his mouth, and it shouldn’t be cute, but Kon is uselessly gone on him, so it is anyway. “Not even a little.”

--

“Someone crafted a superpowered rage room and we’re going to—”

“Nope.”

“The Watchtower needs new permanent crew for a six-month shift—”

“It has nothing to do with space.”

“Well, that’s — wait, is this blindfold lead-lined?”

“Did you just try to x-ray vision your way into a hint?” Tim demands, and stops walking. Kon, guided only by Tim’s hands on his shoulders, also lurches to a stop.

“Well, yeah,” he says.

“Cheater,” Tim scolds.

“I already agreed not to use my super-hearing or my super smelling, you’ve gotta give me something,” Kon complains.

Tim mutters something under his breath that might be “I give you plenty,” but Kon’s pretty sure it’s not the time for that kind of talk.

“Step up,” Tim instructs, and Kon places his foot on a wooden stair that creaks under his weight. “Another one.”

The second stair creaks too, in a way that’s deeply familiar, and Kon knows before Tim says that there’s one last step onto the porch, and that really begs the question of why Tim’s dragged him to the Kent household as part of the surprise.

Tim circles around him and pushes open the front door, pulling Kon inside by the hand.

“Surprise!”

The call comes from more than just Ma and Pa Kent, and when Kon pulls down the blindfold, the living room is packed with people. Bart and Cassie and Cissie are all there, and Clark and Lois and Jon and Kara, and right in centre, Krypto, who launches himself to lick Kon’s face as soon as Jon lets go of his collar.

“We know it’s not really your birthday,” Ma says, nudging Krypto aside so she can hug him. “But it’s the anniversary of the day we got you back.”

“Kind of like a re-birthday,” Tim suggests, squeezing Kon’s hand.

“Okay,” Kon says, choking on the lump in his throat, which the rest of the group takes as an excuse to hug him as well.

“Sorry it’s not space,” Tim says when Ma squeezes him one last time and then goes to cut apart the cake she’s made.

“That’s okay,” Kon promises, kissing him even though his face is covered in Krypto’s slobber and even though Tim makes a face about that. “This is way better.”

[tellsjokes-movedbacktomulti]

          Danny grins cheekily. He loves pissing people off, it's like a part-time job for him at this point.     ❛❛   Ya know... You're not acting very sigma right now... So un-skibidi...   ❜❜     He drawls with a click of his tongue, his hands on his hips and his head shaking like a disappointed dad... When really, he's the one spouting nonsense. 

would eating him really be so bad? their scowl is thunderous.

"what the fuck are you on about?"

[lucky-clover-gazette]

[helltoraise]

﹙   ＊   ﹚      &*  @wastrels sent : " there's something deeply and fundamentally wrong with you. can we kiss? " | status : closed

ㅤㅤㅤprelude beats traditionally 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 , instead received like a 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; undertones of the other 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 ― 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. ( FINALE THE CHERRY ON TOP , SUNDAE ALREADY MELTING ! ) ❝ you're too sweet. ❞ a molten-sugar compliment 𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 , burned raw palate a 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 &. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮 pain.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗰𝗼𝗱𝗮 an 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 , an electrical jump-start to helmin's core , 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 of their cheeks flushing like 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗮'𝘀. ❝ you don't even have to ask. ❞ it takes little effort on their part ― only the 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 to 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , an infinitesimal shove towards ren. up on the tips of toes , arms twining around the other's neck ― muscles hitching with want , fingers 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗱 into hair at the nape of ren's neck ; gaze 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 to the other's lips before returning to 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.

ㅤㅤㅤtingles cascade down the demon's back , a runlet of prickling skin , as helmin 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 between their mouths ― all blood within redirecting in a 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 , 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. ( CHEST TO CHEST , HEART HIED. ) 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀 , a teasing cavort , parted lips hovering mere inches 𝘰𝘶𝘵 of ren's reach ― playfully withheld ― 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

ㅤㅤㅤheavy eyelids flutter shut over 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 &. 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 hues , their 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 with a lingering 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. at first , the kiss is stitched with 𝙪𝙩𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 as though they are whispering a question , before slowly melding with 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ; a snake coiled around. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.