`grime god.

                      BLACK VEINS surface to skin in spirals. Much of the putrid pathways PULSATE, emitting an energy so intense, it leaves the body BURNING. Can he feel it? The way skin turns to cinders, the way heat RADIATES from hit alone? Can he feel the way body is becoming a BOMB and turning into a threat? A smile, sick and sweet and full of ill intent, manifests onto a man turned MONSTER. Drool bubbles from the mouth of this beast, resting upon the hinges of mouth, just waiting to descend. There is a mighty HUNGER from this heathen; a mighty desire to destroy even when lacking a real reason to ravage. The jab is meant to come across as playful, but he places SEVERITY into every gesture bestowed upon him by fellow fiends. Eyes are as BLACK as his newfound form and they see DEATH in those who embrace an aspect of immortality. Doesn’t this man have every REASON to FEAR FIRE? Didn’t someone expose him to the atrocities seen in cinders many moons ago? He won’t allow him to forget. Because he experienced ART - and not many can be BURNED BY THE SAME BLESSING. 

                                 ❝ You should know BETTER than to fan a flame, yeah… You wouldn’t want a REPEAT of what that shadow kid did to you, huh~? ❞

                                  ❝ What? You thought I’d LEAVE you, yeah? ❞

                  It wouldn’t be out of his nature to suddenly VANISH from from this vixen. It wouldn’t be unusual if he finally met the FATALITY he desperately desired or if he left without any warning to those who preferred him to be permanent. But many fail to understand his FASCINATION WITH FIRE and how this woman represents the same red ravagings he’s fallen for. He can’t exactly abandon that which harbors his AFFECTIONS. She is sweet cinders; warmth he can finally TOUCH, finally FEEL, finally embrace against his chest. And OH, how she BURNS him; how she leaves him with soft scars that reflect only love. He never knew that such a sensation can be found in flame. He’s only ever seen them DESTROY and all she’s ever done is eat away at his unease. How is it possible that hellflames can HEAL? He’ll never understand how such can blossom from her blaze, but he is willing to stand in SMOLDERING sentiments just to bask in the energy she extends. But, of course… Now it’s his turn to make this maiden MELT.                Hands motion to either side of her neck. He likes to feel the vibrations of her speech hitting throat upon talking. Lord, he LOVES how she feels. He’ll memorize the way sound leaves her skin; he’ll memorize the way her PULSE beats against those palms. PRECIOUS - it’s all precious. Every part of this presence feels so fragile and yet he knows he has his hands in FIRE. He can’t hurt her; why would he even want to extinguish her immersing entirety? Palms motion higher, letting thumbs rest upon cheeks. He is hovering over lips with every intention of COLLAPSING into her creation. What words are reserved upon those BLAZING borders? He’ll steal every statement she wants to say; lick it clean from blushing pallet and SWALLOW every sentiment. When he kisses her, he once again IGNITES a feeling he seldom wants to forget. Perhaps that’s why he keeps coming back… WHO ELSE COULD MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE A GOD THROUGH LIPS ALONE? He smirks and snakes his way around her shape. MINE, all mine… If he is a god, he’s quite greedy. And when he parts, the distance is only temporary. He whispers words of want into the crook of her neck, knowing well the ravaging is reserved for HER existence only.  

                                         ❝ Now, where do I kiss NEXT… ~? ❞ / @purifye