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kerosene eyes { lysander/kol ; blitz } Dec 30, 2015 13:08:19 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Dec 30, 2015 13:08:19 GMT -5

(They call me Raw Heaven for a reason.)

My chest is bare - everything is bare except the flesh covered by a pink thong adorned with rhinestones. I am almost utterly immersed in the comfort of darkness, illuminated by only a shower of neon light pouring from the stage and the bar.

I had almost forgotten how late it is. The night passes by me so easily, and its roars are like whispers in my ears. The night is ablaze, and it is mine.

The night is ablaze, and so am I - ablaze with something I can only name as desire. And this fire only burns brighter with every moment I remain in his presence.

"You know," I say, my voice raw with pure desire, "it's half past three in the morning and the club is empty - except for us two."

A smug smirk crawls up the side of my face - it is the smile of a child who has gotten into trouble and knows, regardless of anything they do, they will get away with their mischief.

whoa set me on fire
whoa kerosene eyes

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Last Edit: Dec 30, 2015 13:09:14 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

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kerosene eyes { lysander/kol ; blitz } Feb 6, 2016 19:20:25 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Feb 6, 2016 19:20:25 GMT -5

L Y S A N D E R

I often linger in my palace; when hungry men return to their four walls of innocence, I remain on my throne of lust -- the throne that I built from the ground up with my own two hands, supported by the backs of desperate boys much like the shadow of my youth. And when the young man before me speaks, I recognize remnants of my past in his voice. I know what he seeks, and I've tasted and gagged on the desires that snake their way through his veins --

-- so I outreach a hand, tracing the starving lines that run down his arm, and I clench my jaw and smirk at the sight of his blush. "You have quite the eye," I say, somewhere between a purr and a growl, and my hand makes its way to his cheek. I've been in this business since before he was born, and it shows in the way that I start to work his body with little more than my fingertips. "To be exact, you've got lovely eyes," I go on, and my teeth find my lips long enough to bite down until the red flesh burns white. My hand trails lower, and I inhale.

"A lovely chest."

Lower.

"Lovely abs."

Lower.

My fingers hook themselves in the strap of his thong, and I shiver from the warmth that radiates off of his nearly bare body. "But not everything's lovely." My claws find the back of his head, and I pull him close like a bird of prey dancing with its dinner -- and I exhale hot breath against his jaw, laughing into his ear.

"You're something beautiful, Kol. Something dark, something sexy -- something I want tonight. And I need you to tell me now, will you bow before me?"

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Last Edit: Feb 8, 2016 1:38:14 GMT -5 by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale

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kerosene eyes { lysander/kol ; blitz } Feb 6, 2016 20:53:34 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 6, 2016 20:53:34 GMT -5

K O L

^{whoa looking right through me
selling my soul for one night}
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He draws paths down my skin, tracing his fingers along my veins. I am ignited, and I'm burning as he trails down my skin. But when he speaks, I am not flesh and bone. I am the flames, dancing and flickering in the darkness, in the wild of night.

Crimson fills my cheeks. The color and the heat summons a smirk, twisting up the corners of his lips in a devilish grin. "You have quite the eye," he says. His voice is silken, a clash between a purr and a growl. His hand is tracing along my cheek, and it pulls more color to the surface. He bites his lips and- "To be exact, you've got lovely eyes."

And then his hand is resting on my chest, feeling my heartbeat- he must feel my pulse jump to the speed of a mustang. "A lovely chest," Lysander compliments.

I can't fucking breathe.

"Lovely abs," he goes on, moving his hand several inches lower-

and lower.

"But not everything's lovely."

(Fuck fuck fuck fuck.)

His hand flit back up to my head, and he laughs into my ear, leaving fire on my jaw. My eyes are burning, bleeding, into his- within his irises, I swear there is a sea full of flames and nothing more.

"You're something beautiful, Kol. Something dark, something sexy- something I want tonight. And I need you to tell me now, will you bow before me?" Lysander's voice sends a chill rushing down my spine.

We're already touching, but I lean in closer, and closer, like our bodies are melding into one. My lips touch his, lightly enough to satisfy me for a moment but tease him. He tastes like sugar and darkness and wine.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask, pulling a centimeter away so I can still feel his heat on my skin.

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^{whoa doing me dirty
whoa telling me lies}

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