#two souls wrapped in a present labeled the bane of my existence || Shasta & Edax

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❛ i want this. ❜ // edax & shasta

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             Greedy was the only word that immediately came to mind when Edax’s touch lingered, unnaturally heated with hidden fire with a dual sense of the word. He had learned that elven royalty, much as he loathed it, would only respond to his antics in certain ways, heavily dependent on how the demon tried to initiate whatever it was that he was after. This one— this one Shasta knew was attention from the way he’d crawled into the low lounge chair ( more apt to be called something of a beanbag’s cousin, really ), and slowly tried to interject himself between the ivorette and the book he was reading.

            Patience was never, and still wasn’t, Edax’s strong suit when it came to anything but an unprecedented meltdown from his claimed... so it was no surprise when his hands started straying further, slipping under the hem of Shasta’s shirt and dragging his fingers along his lower abdomen. With as little tact as possible, a snort erupts from the darker skinned male, now thoroughly interrupted and still debating on if he was mad about it or not. “Just because you want something doesn’t mean you’re entitled to get it.”

              Sometimes... sometimes, it did very little good to try and treat Edax like the brat he really was, and that was now very evident ( if not in the furthest recesses of his mind ) as clothes had been thrown off and ragged breathing resounded in the air. Wet warmth of the demon’s tongue at his ear causes him to shiver, breathy groan climbing its way from his throat and the throbbing of desire that was met with the gravely growl against the side of his neck. He’d lament on how easily the demon could reduce him to something like this later, when he wasn’t reaching for pale digits and shoving them where he so desperately needed to feel them.

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@renran said; ❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜ // edax & shasta , with no terror , just said it to make things awkward in this fight 

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           His consciousness is on the edge of a cliff overlooking an endless abyss, ready to make a mad dash and be enveloped in the vast nothingness. He’s ever so faintly aware of the bare form beneath him— of the soft and rhythmic movements of the demon’s thumb on his back that offer him more peace than either ever should. They’ve come a long way from something neither of them planned to start, sharing trust and vulnerability that, at least on the elf’s part, nobody had ever seen before.

             Perhaps that’s why the words drifting quietly to his ears don’t make him jolt in surprise, instead only tugging him away from that cliff edge for a few moment’s longer. Icy hues crack open, though he knows that at the angle he’s laid his head, Edax cannot see that he’s not quite asleep yet. Breath continues steadily, cascading over pale skin as his sluggish mind tries to force some cogs to move, prompting him for something to say. Minutes pass before he shifts, carefully ( and sluggishly ) pulling himself higher upon the demon’s chest. Lips press to familiar lips briefly, giving another brief kiss to his jaw before Shasta dips his head to nestle his face in the crook of the other’s neck.

             “ ...Share your fears with me, a’maelamin. ”

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@renran​ said; ❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜ // yeah we already know the answer 

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           There’s a distinct reason ( a few, really ) why he disliked finding himself amongst a crowd of others— a reason he disliked attending festivals where liquor was plentiful and the practice of letting loose was all but expected of most. He tried to be at the outermost circle of the waves of elven celebrations, but he couldn’t be far enough from the noise and accidental touches if he’d tried. In the shadows, shielded further by a dark hood, not many could tell that he was the prince. Edax was there, but he’d often stray back to the food and drinks where he would mingle and try to step on nerves.

              Lost in thought was not the right place to be on a night such as this— it had made it all the easier for his almost lanky physique to be swept upon among the drunken dancers who were trying to bring the joy around to all within reach. Caught off guard and nearly tripping over the fabric of his cloak, however, Shasta was instead trying to avoid being accidentally slapped in the face by one of numerous flailing arms. Icy orbs saw the world tipping back as feet tangle with that of another, but he didn’t feel the harsh stone rush up to meet him as he’d expect.

            With his hood half sliding off, he’s able to see the demon’s face looking down into his stunned one before he can gain his footing again. Quick is he to set his hood straight, covering snowy white hair and registering Edax’s words a few seconds late. He hates how the heat rushing to his cheeks isn’t entirely indignation, but he doesn’t respond at first. Tawny fingers are quick to bring the other back to a safe spot, all but pushing him to sit before he takes the spot in front of him, almost sitting in the demon’s lap. “ I can’t tell where your attention is when you’ve occupied yourself among so many others. ”

            With Edax throwing an arm over his shoulder, the prince swiftly takes the goblet from his grasp and downs a hearty swallow. It wasn’t obtained for him, and Edax had already drank from it, but he doesn’t care— he needs a distraction from the sincere tone of the demon’s prior words.

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@renran​ said; ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . // shasta & edax 

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             The stench of foreign blood hung in the air, lingering its sour smell in elven nostrils even after they’d managed to stumble back to the prince’s home. Dark red and nigh steaming liquid dripped from the wounds Edax had carelessly obtained, but all that he can taste is the inside of the demon’s mouth as their lips desperately search for each other. He’s never been the type to get this riled up, particularly after a fight, but he’s done and felt many things ever since the chaotic mess had entered his life.

           Skin beneath his fingers almost feels grimy, but he can’t focus enough to be disgusted with the fact when he can feel Edax deep inside him— rough and still gliding on the high of hostile kills. ( It’s damn near a miracle they even managed to make it inside, much less to his bed. ) Nails dig into the demon’s shoulder, coarse moans slipping from his lips as he presses his mouth into the other’s neck, a broken term of endearment slurring out between the sounds of groaning and slapping flesh.

              It’s hard to think straight as the muddled fog of intense pleasure floods his mind, but he’s learned to stop fighting the desire to keep his head clear. Though he was damned for it, in more ways than one, he trusted Edax enough at this point to let himself slip. Besides, he knew that the demon would likely sleep for the entirety of the following day given his post battle state. “ E— easy. ” Stuttered and trailing off into a low groan, Shasta tries to emphasis his butchered words by wrapping his legs sloppily around the demon’s waist. “ Sl...ow down. ” He hadn’t had to do much in the previous fight with Edax there, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t have bruises forming under tawny skin— and it was already difficult to keep up with the other when he was rough like this. Not to mention the fact that he was quickly approaching climax.

             He can feel skin under his nails as his grip on the noir’s shoulder tightens, back beginning to arch himself into the demon’s grasp before a particularly deep thrust finally sends the prince over the edge. An incoherent noise, possibly words, fall from lips as warmth pools between their abdomens. Tanned fingers manage to entangle themselves in the jungle of dark hair, breathless pants all but whispered into Edax’s ear.

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@renran​ said; “  you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” // get your personal emotional support demon today ( may cause disaster at your own risk ) ✨

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             Cold sweat clung to his skin like a parasitic reminder that he still felt fear for memories he’d long claimed forgotten and moved on from. From the moment he’d started awake, there was a boiling pit in the center of his stomach— bile a nigh forgotten taste to rise up and threaten to coat his tongue until he realizes the reason he can’t escape his bed isn’t because of the monsters lingering in his dreams.

             There are pale arms spread over him, which would incite even further panic if not for the face and name they were attached to. It still takes his rational mind a moment longer than he’d like to admit to convince his limbs to still, his muscles reluctantly following suit as Edax’s fingers caress his cheek in a gesture he had all but learned due to his time with the prince.

            Shaky breath falls from his lips, sweat drenched form sliding back down to the mattress and into the arms most would call him mad for finding comfort in.

             “ Edax. ” He didn’t quite trust his voice with anything but the demon’s name— a falsified sense of safety enveloping him with an exhausted sigh to leave with the remainder of his tension. He doubted he would return to sleep after that remembrance, but it doesn’t stop the elf from burying his face into the others neck.

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@renran​ said; 😈 // hi i may be dead but edax is not 

Send 💋 to smooch my muse on the cheek.  OR send   😈  to bite their cheek instead. 

          Ceaseless whining proved to be a challenge to truly ignore— Edax’s voice and sound of frustration and boredom making his fingers pause in his works, lest he become frustrated enough himself to ruin delicate workings that he was prided for. A low sound that could’ve passed for a growl exits from the depths of his throat when the demon is felt draping himself over the elf’s shoulder from behind. He’s still only half paying attention to drawn out versions of his name and the repetitive ‘ I’m bored ’ — until a wet and warm sensation coincides with tawny cheek.

             “ Get your mouth off m— ” Gravely tone trails off into a noise of immense displeasure as teeth leave faint indentations along his skin. Gingerly does he place down the craft in his hands, but the sharpness in his eyes is fitting with the icy color as he turns to face Edax. “ You bit me. ” It’s a statement spoken with such chilly annoyance that anyone else would be fidgeting in their seats, but Shasta was the type to get revenge when it was least expected. “ I’ll throw you in the lake myself if you don’t let me finish this project without any further interruptions. ”

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@renran​ said; [ mark ] & [ adore ] // edax to shasta he's back in the mood 

NSFW Muse Reaction Meme ( accepting ) ↪ [ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. && [ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

             One would think it impossibly humorous that the prince was practically abstinent before a demon came crashing into their village, ruining any sense of peace and calm— something that should have been cast out, only to instead take a place next to the quiet and nigh elusive prince. A creature that was blood and chaos incarnate, a creature that was currently running his lips and teeth over every sensitive spot he’d come to know existed on tawny skin, leaving marks that would blossom into a patchwork artistry of bruises by morning.

            Like most every time, they started out rough— almost a semblance of a fight with both sides crying dominance and pain, but Shasta is the first to break and relinquish the fight as the groans and low growls of pleasure crawl their way up his throat and past parted lips. The demon’s teeth and lips become gentler on his skin, bringing with it only the slightest mirage of pain in the form of a pleasant sting. Slender fingers find their way into a mess of black hair, gingerly clenching the dark strands into a fist as Edax leaves a trail of kisses from his throat down to his collarbone— a gingerly done display that sends a shiver of pleasure down the elf’s spine. It’s unusual for his companion to switch to such tender touches, but it isn’t enough of an immediate concern to sober the fog that’s spread behind his eyes.

             A whisper of the demon’s name leaves his lips, trailing off into muted ecstasy when he feels the other carefully dig his fingers into the divot of his hips. His back arches enough for the demon to slip an arm beneath him, keeping him ever so slightly raised while he dips down to traverse his lips over tawny chest. Icy hues shut with the shuddered breath of being enveloped, inside and out, with Edax’s warmth— his gentleness a careful display that somehow only proved to muddle the prince’s mind further than the pure passion and roughness that he had become used to.

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@renran said; “You’re slurring.” // dropping by for edax & shasta content 

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             The numbers of drinks that had slid down his throat was now a number that he couldn’t remember— not that he cared to when he was accompanying him at the secluded table of his favorite bar. ( He wasn’t one to often drink, even still. ) His head felt fuzzy, his vision blurry around the edges and somewhat slow motion for everything in between. Tawny fingers enter his field of vision, his hand reaching for the glass the waitress had just put down seconds prior, only for it to be swiped away. Iced over glacial hues are slower than usual to find the culprit, but there could be no other than Edax with his fingers resting over the rim of the glass.

             “ W—hat givesss? ” Lips are pursed into a frown, nigh a pout, as the demon’s response registers in his mind like something wading through thick sludge. To the prince’s credit, he doesn’t argue or deny the fact that he’s definitely had at least a few too many. A deep inhale is followed by lids closing over for a temporary pause in the dizziness brought on by the lights, snow-like locks gently shifting in stark contrast against his skin. “ Fiiix it. ” There’s no immediate way to fix it, he knows, but if Edax has had his fun, he knows that he’ll end up in his own bed before long. As if to emphasize this misplaced trust, the elf haphazardly scoots closer and leans against the other’s side, an arm lazily wrapping around the demon’s stomach.

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@renran said; “  why do you trust me?  ” // local demon desperate to find thrill of distrust and betrayal in the wrong elf 😔

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           Tawny digits trace mindless patterns on the demon’s chest, snow white hair spilled out over pale skin and fabric as the prince settles himself into the crook of the other’s neck. The vibrations from his voice are soothing, distracting him from the frustrated question leaving the demon’s lips for but a moment before he laughs— a sound that slips past his lips before he even has a second to trap it in his throat. It was a good question, really. Shasta had found himself uttering words of trust, particularly when they were alone, rather often as of late.

            “ I don’t know. ” It’s an answer that comes after a beat of silence, spoken truthfully before he has time to truly think of the reasons of why. He shifts, pulling away and propping himself up on an elbow for icy hues to observe Edax’s face— the details and the fine lines of annoyance littered there. He does this for several minutes before he leans forward to place a gentle kiss to the demon’s lips, fingers tracing the line of his jaw as he does so.

             A smile finds its way to his lips as he parts, allowing his frame to sink back into the plushness of his bed and the warmth of the other beside him. “ Perhaps because I know you won’t intentionally hurt me. ” It’s been proven time and time again that his words are right, no matter how much Edax may deny them. “ Perhaps because I’ve come to care for you. ”

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@renran said; “  yes. i killed them— but i did it for you.  ” // so like , there's a valid reason . no time out . please 😠 

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           Icy gaze glazes over the red staining the other’s clothes, taking microscopic paths through pale skin and spreading like ink does when dropped into liquid. Perhaps he’d be more upset with the rather cut and dry statement if they had been his own people— but they hadn’t been. Edax seemed to slowly be learning to be more lenient with the people that were technically under the elf’s care as a prince he didn’t really want to be. ( That didn’t mean he didn’t still cause leagues of trouble. )

            A low and lengthy exhale leaves his lips, and with it seems to trail a nigh invisible breath of darkness and decay that wafts towards the maimed corpses. There hadn’t been any obvious reason to kill them for their curiosity, but it wasn’t as if it was a major deal either— those that wandered too close and were uninvited were given similar treatment by the ivorette himself. His magic would take care of the bodies by morning, where he would then collect anything left that could be worth taking. For now, though, he feels like going home and having some hot tea.

             “ That’s at least half an excuse, but it doesn’t matter because they aren’t ours, nor were we expecting them. ” He moves closer, drawing a cloth from an inner pocket within his pouch and roughly wiping the blood splattered across the demon’s face. “ Let’s go. You need a shower before I even let you in my room again. ”

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@renran said; “  perhaps i’ll gouge their eyes out.  ” // announcing it right in their faces so that they hide their eyes out of reflex 😈 save his bad reputation 

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             Ever aware was the prince of the eyes that gazed at them from a short distance with scorn and contempt— lips only stilled by the fact of their presence being within earshot. Yes, he was very much used to still receiving behavior like such from some of the older elves that still remembered the rebellion his father had started in order to retrieve him, and how much they lost as a result of a mixed child.

              The demon’s words would’ve been startling with their volume if he had not become used to the noise that came with his presence so close. It takes him a few seconds to follow to line of sight of red gaze up to the distasteful audience who now wrinkle their foreheads and scrunch their brows. Shasta’s expression is neutral, if not a little sour in response to their childish behavior, but the edges of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly.

             Tawny fingers grasp the edge of the demon’s sleeve as he makes a step closer to the pair, and it’s all he needs to keep him rooted in place despite the prince knowing he’d be more than happy to make good on his threat. “ Your intimidation is appreciated, but not necessary. I’m already tired and I’d rather not waste energy on them. ” It’s a short explanation, and he can see Edax still tempted to ruffle them up further as they scuttle away despite the languid insistence of his grasp lowering to pale arm.

             “ Edax, that’s enough. I’ve got what we need so we can go home. ”

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@renran said; ‘we’re in a dysfunctional, toxic relationship but i still love you more than anything in this world’ sex // once again edax & shasta , but replace love with pure burning hatred and the toxic thing here is the poison on the table intended to kill the prince ( it's water with blue flower dye btw )

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            He feels the scoffed sort of laughter rumble in the chest his head rests upon more than he hears it, followed by words that almost make him laugh himself. 'I thought we were already too close for this.' Were they? Yes, he supposed they were— despite the duality of their relationship. Anyone else in Edax's position of causing his trauma to resurface, intentional or not, likely wouldn't have survived the encounter. ( Perhaps the demon managed to absorb some of his fluctuating power to prevent such an outcome. )

             The prince doesn't respond as his fingers trace mindless patterns on the pale chest that hadn't been left with marks this time, as the demon had chosen an alternate ( and far less common ) way of satisfying either of them. There was still a lingering desire in the pool of his gut from the lack of...excitement their intimate sessions usually held. Mentally tired from the hiccup that had altered that course, it was hard to deny that his body still craved the demon that mindlessly circled his thumb on the elf's back. The idea mulls over slowly in his head, before Shasta finally decides to shift with the gentle pulsing to his groin preventing any welcome of sleep.

            Blankets shift and fall as tawny form moves to straddle the other hips, icy hues glancing down to meet the expression on Edax's face. Surprise followed by immediate hunger? Perhaps he'd read it right, but he didn't give too much time to think before he begins to move himself against the demon's hips, dipping his face down to press his lips to bare sternum. “ Sometimes I wonder if I'm close enough to you. ” Words muttered against heated skin as his kisses trail up, over stretched throat and along defined jawline before they pause at his lips. “ But then I know my answer when you disappear for even a day, despite the trouble you give me. ” Edax was, in many ways, a toxic presence in the village, but that never changed the fact of just how much he'd come to love care for him.

             It takes a few minutes before stiffness presses his abdomen as he lazily grinds to wake the demon's desire once more, hands traveling just as much as his lips did to leave a spotty patchwork of blossoming bruises along Edax's shoulder and collarbone. “ While a pleasant change, I don't think either of us are fully satisfied from earlier. ” Shasta leans down to press his chest against the other, lifting his backside and carefully finding the right angle for the other's blooming excitement to press against his entrance. Lips find elongated ears and add to the dusty hue playing on his cheeks, accentuated by the curve of his lips and the pleased groan that comes with rough hands pressing his hips down and allowing the familiar invasion to fill him.

              It takes practically no time at all for the elf to begin moving his form, hands splayed against Edax’s chest as he fully sits up and spills more moans from his throat. “ A’maelamin. ” His voice is breathy with increased movement and the feeling of ecstasy slowly mounting— this position always made the demon feel deeper, and thus it was easier for them both to finish quicker in the long run. Icy orbs disappear behind closed lids with a quiet attempt to allow himself the sense of sensory deprivation that he knew was intended before. ( It wasn’t bad when he had control of it. )

             The minutes tick by with the mingling sounds of pleasure, skin against skin and the deep rumbling growl he had become used to from the demon’s throat. It crescendos with the prince drawing his knees inward, thighs shaking and lips trembling with warmth trickling from his erection. The body beneath him bucks his hips up a few more times before warmth spreads within the ivorette and leaves him breathless as he collapses onto Edax’s chest.

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@renran said; ❛ for you, i’ll risk it all. ❜ // edax & shasta , that romantic lie you say for dramatic effect in battle 

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             The smell of burnt copper assaults his nose and covers his dark hands as he goes to clean away another gouged cut from the demon’s side— paying far too much attention to the fact that this blood was tinged darker than it should be by a few shades. White brows are knit together with concern, but the prince didn’t even pay attention to the tension in his muscles with how quickly his basin was filling with the putrid mix of darkened water and bits of gore.

             “ Why do you even test your vessel to such lengths? You didn’t need to take care of their entire envoy by yourself. I’ve been protecting my people long before your recklessness appeared. ” Words that had more concern than actual bite, hands moving to dry the wound before he settled down to allow the faint glow to emanate from his fingers. ( The healing ability he rarely used, but would forego his hate for it for a demon’s sake. ) Warm light nearly falters with words tumbling clumsily from lips a shade or two too light to be the normal hue. Eyes widen just a bit, icy orbs glancing up to gauge if the other was trying to joke as he often did— but that was clearly not the case this time.

           A long moment draws out, the elf moving nigh mechanically to the next biggest wound to begin stitching torn skin and muscle fibers back together with potent magic. “ Then don’t risk it foolishly. ”

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@renran said; ❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜ // okay mr. perfectly good ( bad ) at everything 

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            Flour coated his dark skin almost all the way up to his elbow, large bowl full of mixed ingredients nestled on the counter as the offender. He wasn’t the only thing covered in a layer of dusty white— a portion of the counter top and patches on the floor spoke volumes for why he hated baking. Cooking? He could do that, liked it at times even. Baking required following a strict recipe and he didn’t do that even in his crafting.

             Edax’s words earn an annoyed twitch of snowy brows, hands reaching for the pan to transfer the hateful concoction to. ( The laugh the demon gives makes him feel far warmer than the brick oven he’d already heated. ) Mildly irritated, the elf begins to transfer the dough onto the pan in dollops with a spoon— only to be further annoyed by the stickiness when he has to nudge it off with his finger.

              “ I would tell you to try it, but I don’t feel like making a second batch. ” Shasta steps closer, swiping his finger quickly across the tip of Edax’s nose and leaving a healthy smear of cookie batter to contrast his skin. “ Oh, whoops. ”

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             Vulnerability— something he did his best to hide from others’ view, somehow willingly offered on a silver platter to a being of chaos and torment. Deceiving soft touches learnt over time and the feeling of being safe slowly instilled in each other, particularly when they lay bare together. Lips leaving kisses and soft marks along his skin, slender digits caressing his body as icy orbs gaze up with such adoration and fondness the elf was yet unaware of. Breathing sharpens with the utterance of pleasured sounds not yet twisted with undeniable raw ecstasy, all under the ( relatively ) gentle touch of a demon he whispered was his beloved.

              Peace and enjoyment vanish along with his sight, reason not having a single spare second before memories long buried surface like the day they were experienced in his mind. ‘ Such pretty eyes given to a blight.’ Sneering faces approach with dirtied cloth and an engraved dagger— he was only a child. ‘ Cover them up. They don’t belong to you. ’ Crass words as his sight is robbed, cloth tied painfully tight around his ears and knotted into place tighter than any child was capable of undoing. ‘ Maybe we should gouge them out instead. No one would complain. ’ A chorus of cackling and the touch of cold elven steel against his tiny cheek streaked with fat tears that he’s not sure if he’s glad they can’t see or not.

              A scream wants to claw its way up his throat, but panicked noises and frantic elvish overflow from his lips instead. Please don’t. Sweat trickles down his dark skin— he remembers being yanked away from the taunting by unknown hands, cursed and yelled at. Locked into a room that could’ve very well been a cell, but he never knew for sure with the coarse fabric still all too snug against his lids.

             Hands shake too clumsily to find purchase of the cloth covering his eyes, his other finding nothing but air for a moment ( he feels lost in an endless abyss all over again ) before warmth explodes against his palm. He practically paws at the faint beating he only barely registers, the pit in his stomach dropping another degree when the makeshift blindfold is loosened. ‘ Shasta. ’ It doesn’t register that his name is being called— his attention still lost to the point he flinches when something comes to rest against his forehead. His name again, like the faint echo of someone standing on the other side of a large lake.

             ‘ A’maelamin. ’ The term whispered so softly into his ear— tugging him back to the present where he finds himself silently mouthing the word as if it is a question on his tongue. Edax. His name— his voice. He finally feels the demon’s grasp on his hands, the lips leaving a gentle and chaste kiss to his sweaty forehead. Chest heaves with relief, though the toxic cloud of emotions still swirled in his gut. It feels like an eternity before any semblance of calm begins to creep back to him, Edax’s words almost causing him to flinch when he speaks again.

             Tawny fingers trail up to the blindfold, loosened enough he can crack his eyes open and realize it isn’t tied to his head, but he still moves to pull the cloth from his eyes. This time it comes away, but even the dark room seems too bright as he begins to try and focus on the demon’s face. He doesn’t realize his cheeks are wet with salted tears, but he knows there is a undeniable urge to let loose of his emotions brought by relief. “ A’maelamin. ” The word is breathy— barely a whisper as he tries to rise, arms wrapping around the noir’s neck.

             Both are silent for a moment, Shasta finally finding his voice again as he brings a hand up to his face, fingers only a few inches in front of his eyes before he drops them to his chest with a deep sigh. “ ...Not today, please. ” Face buries into Edax’s shoulder, feeling as if most of the energy in his body had fled with the terrible memory. “ Be gentle with me if you want to continue. ” Voice still soft, like hearing himself ( or Edax ) say the wrong thing would be like plunging through a too thin sheet of ice. “ You can try again another time...maybe. Not suddenly, okay? ” Lips barely ghosting the other’s jaw as if it were paper thin glass.

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@renran said; ❛ you look happier. ❜ // edax & shasta, totally casual observation 

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              Icy hues focus on the weaving of an intricate piece requested by his own uncle, the depictions in which he can’t help but compare to that of him and Edax, even with the minute details he’s already put into place. The demon’s presence is there behind him, occasionally moving and trying to pull his attention away with baiting words and passing touches— Shasta doesn’t notice he’s been quiet for a while until his voice cuts through his concentration. ( Only because of the context of the words do they yank his attention away so easily. )

              Hands momentarily lay the craft down flat as he raises his head, eyes peering forward and out the small window in front of him instead of at the thing ( demon ) who has his attention. “ Happier? ” A pause as he genuinely considers the word. Has he been happier? The only change in the last few years was the demon practically attaching itself to him after crash landing his village. The prince tips his head back over the crown of his chair as Edax approaches, and it’s then that he lets go of the depiction to raise his arms far above his head, reaching for the demon’s head to guide him closer.

               Lips briefly meet the accuser in and upside-down kiss, and the prince comes away with the ghost of a smile as he straightens in his chair once again. “ I wonder why. Must be the pleasant weather. ”