#wrote it that way and realized it had those undertones that fit the context ... So sue me.

[mikaharuka]

Last Words... for Feb 21, 2023

I finally returned with a regular 'last words' post without being tied to a tag game, so I'm keeping the intro simple. I have more stuff to post, after all, since the forest god finally made his presence known, so...

There isn't anything 'NSFW' in the excerpt, but it is from Prithvi-Chandra, so it comes with the usual horny energy and context. And as usual, this is a raw draft with only a few obvious edits, so SPAG errors, repetition, awkward wording, etc. are definitely present.

@mrsmungus @udaberriwrites - since you might be interested, but also so you can see the mess I wrote while you were asleep XD

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[From Prithvi: Chandra]

After a few silent moments, Beau slowly opened his eyes and turned towards the voice.

The man… no, the forest god was quite unlike the man he met the previous night, but he was undoubtedly the same person. Even if his appearance was different and far more grandiose, he was the same, incredibly handsome man with a similar, but more powerful and commanding presence, befitting the Horned God of the Wood.

His eyes were gold - but rather than the softer, bright gold that Beau was very familiar with, they were a vivid white-gold. Similar to the electrum-tinted eyes from the previous night, they carried a sharper edge, cutting right through his red veil to meet his eyes.

Of course, the man had that same brilliant blond hair that drew everyone’s eyes, but instead of the shorter hair that framed his face, it was incredibly long - far longer than Beau’s own hair, reaching well beyond his lower back. The new addition that stood out were a pair of thick, branched antlers that easily extended a foot, perhaps even two feet, above his head. Vines of English ivy intertwined throughout, with leaves blooming from the razor-sharp edges and points, dipping low enough to trace along pointed ears. 

Those bright-green, star-shaped leaves also adorned the long, sleeveless black robes he wore, showing off muscled arms and pale skin marked by dark geometric patterns all along their length. The robes were also left open in front, showcasing a similarly toned chest and intricate, tattoo-like patterns. Beau’s gaze followed further down, along the length of his body, noting similarly loose-fitting dark pants that reached half-way down his calves, that left his tattooed ankles and feet bare. After noting the densely-packed patterns that nearly left the forest god’s feet nearly ink-black, Beau returned his gaze to the lines and curves adorning the man’s ink-stained musculature. 

As if caught in a hypnosis, Beau found his hand raised, fingers reaching out to trace along the same patterns his eyes followed. Much to his surprise, his fingers made contact with a cool, hard surface and followed along the inked pattern just as a burst of that intoxicating blend of sandalwood, vanilla, and black cardamom hit his senses. Except this time, it was far more potent than the scent lingering in the chiffon veil and carried a slightly different undertone to it. The artificial edge of disinfectant wasn’t there, and it felt warmer somehow - which made sense, given the forest setting.

Beau leaned closer to the origin of the scent and a stronger burst of the aroma soon diffused through the red fabric. He closed his eyes, in the hopes that it would help him identify the different note much more quickly. It had a more rounded, natural feeling like the earth, but still felt sharp somehow, so what was… ah.

An undercurrent of pine. That was the new, sharp edge… but it blended perfectly with the other tones, and-

‘You seem rather enthusiastic, meliculum’ [little honey]

Beau startled at the amused voice echoing rather loudly by his ear, before realizing that he was the one who moved - right into the man’s space, at that, without even realizing it. 

Despite knowing the world was his dreamscape, Beau felt his face heat up even more at his brazen forwardness. Before he could instinctively step back, however, cool arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him closer, with one cool hand cradling the back of his head and the other trailing down to the small of his back.

‘I did not say I disliked it, dulcissime’ [most sweetest, male-oriented]