But with enough patience he shall make his lover understand that he too is not quite living until he takes his side. Until he accepts his salvation. Lips run down the redhead's cheek to his neck, kissing with familiarity and breathing in the scent that always brings him solace. - - ThreadSky

sphiroths.bsky.social • 18 hours ago

But with enough patience he shall make his lover understand that he too is not quite living until he takes his side. Until he accepts his salvation.

Lips run down the redhead's cheek to his neck, kissing with familiarity and breathing in the scent that always brings him solace. -

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sphiroths.bsky.social•18 hours ago

Reno is comfort amid the storm. And he is not willing to open hand of it.

"You don't know because you constantly fight it... You fight against being more... seeing beyond..." he mutters, free hand roaming up his side to his chest, memorising every contour as silver strands cascade -

sphiroths.bsky.social•18 hours ago

against the windows' side, shadowing his features from the moon's reflected light.

"What holds you so firmly to this place...?" serpent gaze searches the younger's as he hovers him, clothed waists pressing together. His hand moves to grab at the bend of his knee.

"Leave with me, red." he -

sphiroths.bsky.social•18 hours ago

tempts once more before robbing a kiss from his lips, both large hands grasping at his hips to drag him against his centre. Gaze darkens with desire and possessiveness.

"Leave with me and I will reconsider burning down this entire city."

turkslight.bsky.social•17 hours ago

for reno, the opposite is true. where he is his calm, sephiroth is the hurricane he cannot seem to live without. especially now when so much violence and betrayal storms around them. he feels, honestly, like he’s sleepwalking from one moment to the next, seeing but taking nothing —

turkslight.bsky.social•17 hours ago

— in. it is only here that he feels awake again, and tipping his head back to draw out the contact between skin and lips, reno feels the steel of his resolve bend that little bit further in sephiroth’s hands.

“I fight my own death,” he mutters, struck momentarily dumb —

turkslight.bsky.social•17 hours ago

— by how devastatingly beautiful he is shadowed by the moon behind his head. he is a vision. everything that the scriptures write about, it’s all for him, and deep in his chest, reno’s heart thuds painfully, feeling the weight of his loss all over again. “..I don’t —

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