Phanes has left and yet he feels the gods hands crawling over his body, still. Nauseating. Shuddering. If he could only peel his very skin from the musculature.
Excuse him.
@AURUMFAUSTUS His own blood smells sweet and it made him feel ill. Already pale skin paling drip white, clammy. Dread beginning to creep up on his mind.
*belong? No. He belonged to no one . He'd escaped belonging to anyone with His own wit and silver tongue. "C- cease."
@AURUMFAUSTUS The interested murmur of a certain- ah... nevermind that.
Jaw clenched shut as it was pressed to his lips- Inhaling deep through his nose & raising a hand to almost politely grasp the *gods wrist.
@AURUMFAUSTUS He's being mocked. He knows it- there's nothing he can do to free himself, either. Trapped here subject to the whim of this 'god'
An odd sensation. Warm, kind- and it made every hair on his body stand on end. Every neuron in his brain screamed to run. He was in danger.
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